When my whole world was aching
and things started to fall apart
there’s one place I’d go for solace
to let the mending start
With an opened box before us
me on the floor, Grandma above
Her, fixing, stitching and healing
with her needles and with love
Trays full of bits and bobs
in all the colours I adored
everything I’d ever need
for something to be restored
Buttons and spools of string
enough to patch things back together
where ripping actions are redeemed
and sad hearts made to feel better
Now the box is mine to keep
the possibilities are truly endless
there’s always hope inside that case
even when I’m feeling senseless
Contained in Grandma’s gift
there’re tools for second chances
if I take my time and dig around
I’ll find a myriad of answers
So many hopeful emotions
countless promises are held
within that one little box
the words “gone forever” are dispelled
When life’s pieces become undone
and I may just want to quit
nothing is ever unfixable
not with Grandma’s sewing kit
For the Grandmothers. Inspired by Lemon Pie by Edgar Albert Guest
I wrote this poem back in 2020 and have kept it to myself. A nudge from friend has brought it out into the world.
Secret Thoughts Within 
I am so pleased you have shared this outstanding poem, so exquisitely sewn together … hmmm .. maybe this lovely Lisa Hannigan song is suitable 🤗😍
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I’m so glad to hear that Ivor, I really am. I wrestled so much over this one when I wrote it, so I can’t tell you how much that means. Wow, that song too Ivor 😍
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My pleasure Bree 🤗😍
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Oh this is lovely Bree. So touching and thoughtful. Thanks for sharing.
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This means a lot coming from you, so thanks for sharing your thoughts Tom. Glad it hit the mark.
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Poems that capture those autobiographical formative memories & moments are pieces in the jigsaw puzzle of our ultimate stories as writers… and when they’re executed as well as this, they’re a piece we should treasure. 😀
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What a beautiful poem, Bree! “When life’s pieces become undone
and I may just want to quit
nothing is ever unfixable
not with Grandma’s sewing kit” – j’adore! 💜
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Oh you are making me smile VB. I love the verse you’ve pulled out. I’m glad you enjoyed this piece 💜
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beautifully penned bree
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Thank you so very much Akshita, this means a lot to me 😊
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I love this
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😁 Thank you for telling me.
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