Stitches

I sewed my stitches firm and tight.
I held your hand when in doubt.
I smiled and laughed and dreamed with you
you were my friend.

When stitches frayed, I began to worry.
I patched each stitch with love and care.
In honesty and goodwill.

I tried to hold on to each piece,
But how the wind did blow.
And the fabric frayed some more.

One wintery day,
It rained hard
My cheeks turned pink and round and sweet
But your smile never came.
I asked you why.
You cried and shouted
A thunder roared
and scorched
My stitches
And all was lost.
I was alone
My fabric gone.

One seamstress is not enough.
Sew your story.
Your laughter and tears.
Together.
And friendships my sustain
Wind and snow and rain
Rain rain.....

By M.P.