We meet to consider old stitches;
knotted to the past by red thread
which, dangling still between us,
is tensioned by remembrance.
Our fragile family quilt,
sewn haphazardly by unpractised hands,
requires the nimble unpick of constituent parts
and the renewal of worn twine.
Too long we sensitive seamsters
put aside the intricacies of a trying task,
when the damaged beauty of our creased cloth
can be redressed with candor, and restored.