Patches of the Past

 

 

Patches of the Past

 

 

Were there room enough

to spread our life

like a blanket on the grass,

I'd show you the patchwork

of our years,

the piece of satin,

shimmering still,

when you first told me

you loved me;

the soft flannel

that was the birth of our son.

 

But this world is too small

and we spent our time in the living.

To look at the quilt of our past

we must forfeit our future,

for there is not time enough for both.

 

I could not bear such a great sacrifice.

Reviews

[Lloyd Lofthouse]

A great way to describe life--a patchwork made of satin and flannel and possibly wool, cotton and polyester depending on the days, the moments, the feelings. And yes, I agree there is never enough time for both. However, two becomes one and that patchwork quilt represents that wholeness. Imagine each patch representing parts of a life/relationship spread out representing the love, the family, the time spent together and telling what each patch meant to someone else, a younger person, so that he or she could share the stories behind those patches with someone even younger at a later time--maybe even keep the patchwork alive--the story of our life and lives.