To Lily, who taught me to sew. I don't have the words I need, but my friend and poet Annie lent me some a year or so ago that I saved for this time... (thank you Annie)
Stars
There is a sewing machine in the sky and all the stars are stitches and Nanna says if we unpick all the stitches we can make something that’s only for her and me.
I hold her cotton bobs while she threads the needle with silver and then she lets me press my foot on the pedal.
When we are finished, we are sewn into the stars, the two of us. We will always be stitched into the sky together.
One day, I plan to sew something to go with this poem. Nothing I think of is good enough so far. But one day...
