lost and restored
a poem about the anniversary of the death of my Mother
one year ago, 365 days
a call in the night
and suddenly
my world fell apart
I had not known
there were so many frayed edges
and loose, worn seams in my world
I had not understood that
my world hung loosely in tatters
by mere frayed threads
I had not known
my foundation was clinging
to ill-fitting screws
loose from being tightened too much,
too many times, thread bear and…