Reset Forty-Nine, Day Sixty

[rejectomorph]

Most of the last couple of days it's felt like I've just been spinning my wheels, at least when I'm not sleeping, which I've been doing a lot. I keep forgetting to do stuff, and when I remember I can't focus enough todo it well. Actually didn't get Saturday dinner until a little while ago, and now I'm just waiting for it to settle enough that I can go to bed, I'm that tired again. But I'm sure there is something I've forgotten to do. Oh well, it's Sunday. I guess it can wait until it comes back to mind.

Meanwhile....



Sunday Verse

Quilts

by Nikki Giovanni

(for Sally Sellers)


Like a fading piece of cloth
I am a failure

No longer do I cover tables filled with food and laughter
My seams are frayed my hems falling my strength no longer able
To hold the hot and cold

I wish for those first days
When just woven I could keep water
From seeping through
Repelled stains with the tightness of my weave
Dazzled the sunlight with my
Reflection

I grow old though pleased with my memories
The tasks I can no longer complete
Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past

I offer no apology only
this plea:

When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end
Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt
That I might keep some child warm

And some old person with no one else to talk to
Will hear my whispers

And cuddle
near