rejectomorph (
rejectomorph) wrote2023-07-23 05:59 am
Reset Forty-Nine, Day Sixty
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
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
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