mend

Mend, and mend, and mend, and mend,
until your fingers are bleeding or
the fabric is thin,
mend all you can – your clothes, your blankets and
curtains, your heart,
mend the words you said in anger,
mend the tears between your ribs,
sit a while on days like these,
with nothing much to do,
and mend.

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