Upon my lap this tattered coat appears,
‘Tis not the first nor shall it be the last.
As nimble fingers strive to mend the tears,
My thimble guides the thread to make it fast.
The anguish of the conflict now has past
And remnants are left for me to mend.
For accidents cause little bones to bend.
Upon my lap I mend this coat of pride
And draw the silken thread of loving care.
The lesson learned has so been clarified
And tiny tears and threads are in repair.
My little one has learned he must beware
Of dangers that will tug against the seams,
Still... mother’s here to mend the broken dreams.
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