Skin scrubbed clean and glowing <br />after a shower, the scent of shampoo. <br /> <br />Lying in bed on a winter morning <br />with the baby asleep between us. <br /> <br />Our fingers pressed together <br />in the dark of a movie theater. <br /> <br />The sound of laughter. Always, <br />the sound of laughter. <br /> <br />Walking downtown <br />and back home again. <br /> <br />Night by the river. <br />What you said, what I said. <br /> <br />I’ll bind these things together, <br />trim the loose threads, work until <br /> <br />the separate pieces <br />form one piece—skin-soft, <br /> <br />yet durable, too, because <br />I mean it to last you forever.<br /><br />Leah Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-patchwork-poem/
