Son of a Seamstress

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taking patterns and material
to sew colors that only your
love can express.

choosing the right emotions
and threading your soul

I’ve mistaken your happiness
when you smiled,
while wearing the shirt you made.
Some of the buttons have gone missing now
and there are holes and stains all over.

You rush to fix it.

I don’t see anything wrong—

the love never faded.

This poem was written for my momma who seems to have a knack to guide me even from a distance. I love talking to her on my Sunday mornings!