Slow-Cooked Sentences

Tending to the mending

Rachael Conlin Levy

The mending basket is ignored until its contents are outgrown, outdated, or at least out of mind. Then I can, in good conscience, take the whole thing to the thrift store. But not today.

Five-o
hearts were suff’rin’
from holey elbow and torn hem.
For Valentine’s I patched my house
of cards.

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I sewed pockets, hemmed pants and patched holes while Marcel was the day’s poet laureate.

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(Quilted pillow top, completed.)

Chaja, first of the bunch,
can make a great lunch
or better yet,
a lemon tart.
She’s my sweet-and-sour heart.

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(Pajama seam, repaired.)

Sam is neat.
Sam is sweet.
Sam is sweet
on chocolate.
I’m sweet on Sam.

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(Down jacket, patched.)

Quick to smile.
Quick to laugh.
Quick to my heart.
Quicksilver,
My dear
Max!

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(Spiderman suit, shortened.)

Ivan not-so-terrible,
way better than bearable,
positively huggable,
very much
cuddle-able.

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2 responses to “Tending to the mending”

  1. A lot to love here. An adorable bunch!

  2. kyndale says:

    You have very sweet kids. I miss seeing them….sigh. My kids miss seeing them. Happy Valentine’s Day!!! xo

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