By The wench
Date: 24 February 2000
Wedding Ring Quilt
I am wrapped in the old quilt
tracing bits of another life
with my fingertip.
The fabric is thin---
fragile and frayed
but this bit came from
the shirt that he loved,
or the dress that she wore
when love tasted
like cherries
a world
and a lifetime away.
It reminds me
that I did not invent
love
passion
longing
or even emotion.
The hands that crafted
this warm cocoon
waited through three wars
and a depression
for her man to return.
Who am I
to chafe
to rail at you
to grouse
when you simply
did not appear
the instant I called?
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