. the third time .

remember the  old things,




needles and pins.

hold on the shawl, wrapped round,

pinned close,

stay safe.


be well in your mending,

despite the pain,

raddled cotton threads.


pinned  to hold life,

rusty hinges,

prepared for coats of varnished pain..



do you find a pin there,

do you pick it up, stick it.

do you see  a life breaking,

bring pins for mending?



we must get on,

mend the faulty words.

say not, the fastened demons,

say not, dry safe worms of

a solitary life.


remember your mother’s pins


remember the safety

golden pins.





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