Real life is my favorite poet, which is why I think it’s kinda beautiful that I happened to start a class about how to make scraps into comfort on the same day as our family’s grief garage sale.
To tell you the truth I hated that garage sale, because who wouldn’t. We were finding homes for the things my father left behind before any of us knew he was leaving. Things that brought him a unique joy, a joy we can’t fully access without him
I watched crab pots go
and anchor rope go
and fishing poles go
but I took a couple of my father’s shirts and I put one in this quilt and wasn’t that the point?
To give everything a new life
