reconciling ill-matched threads: My Father

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Monday Night/ Tuesday Morning my dad was killed. I am home. Please let people know.

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She who reconciles the ill-matched threads

of her life, and weaves them gratefully

into a single cloth-

it's she who drives the loudmouths from the hall

and clears it for a different celebration

where the one guest is you.

In the softness of the evening

it's you she receives.

You are the partner of her loneliness,

the unspeaking center of her monologues.

With each disclosure you encompass more

and she stretches beyond what limits her,

to hold you.

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