Wrinkles


I see life as an old comfortable
sweater or that quilt of mismatched
colors, a treasure I cannot

throw away even when it becomes
faded or no longer fits ... patchwork
memories and uneven seams

stitched with broken thread
are priceless, each a reminder
of love, of loss, of simply

living and making days count ...
frayed and unraveled edges
show worth of spirit, comfort

within imperfection ... but every
now and then I must take a long
look at it, shake out some of the

wrinkles, and mend a tear or two
or replace a button that's been lost
because old treasures need tending

just as lives do ... and I would like
to think that I only shook out
the wrinkles that mattered, leaving

just enough to remind me that life
may not always be good but it is
mine to live, to embrace, to remember

December 2007