your son found for $25
and returned to working order
so your husband could make you the jacket
you wear as you type--
your adorable ex-grandmother-in-law
included in a care package
back in 1983
(nestled among
dented cans of tuna,
month-old brownies,
and a pile of her favorite Harlequin Romances)
because you are a natural fiber snob
yet still could not bring yourself
to use or discard--
thread that has waited in the back
of your sewing machine drawer--
to take center stage
in the work of resurrecting a quilt--
made you know not when
by you know not who--
a quilt with very specific demands
patiently spelled out
back in 2015 when the mending began)--
when all those things come together
there really is nothing for you to do--