Together, a part.

She sat down once to make something
A patchwork.
Four different pieces of fabric she brought
Cut into a million little squares
Then laid out in a puzzle
Of criss crossed colours and patterns
Sometimes beautiful things were the strangest matches.

Together she sewed them
Five long, one after another
The green, the pink with little flowers, the brown, and the little children
Stitched back up,
A recreated piece of fabric
And laid them out in a puzzle on the floor
Rows of newly made pattern
Sometimes edges would not meet exactly, but where possible
they would,
and where impossible – it would not matter much.

The horizontals done
The vertical stitches now came
As the sun dipped below the horizon
And manmade constellations flicked on
Sewed them up and sewed them down
And slowly created a sheet of multicolour squares
Laid out on the bed

She turned it inside out
And though the threads came away and began to fray
There it was.
Five long, one after another
The green, the pink with little flowers, the brown, and the little children
Stitched back up.