I thought about the secret of mending
how we wanted to use the pale blue silk to mend the pink
taffeta perhaps of the doll with the sweet and staring eyes
because at least my sister said then there would be some blue in it
the gown she meant
then maybe the clouds will not break apart
the one from the other in the sky
maybe the earth will spin more like a top
blurring all colors into one
and we wont be scolded for spilling the ink on the rug
in real life we never were scolded for the things we thought we
should be
only for things we could not understand
but mostly it was birthday party all the time
and fun with the dog in every season
and thinking the Milky Way was ours
every time our Grandfather pointed out to us
The North Star...
mary angela douglas 12 november 2020
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