My Heart Has Unfit Edges

This is dedicated to a very holy ( though she was unaware) seamstress, Ginny, who was one of the most unconditional lovers I know as mom, friend, wife and grandmother.


My heart has unfit edges.
I lend its darning to the Divine Seamstress, an interlacing, amidst other hearts-day after day, moment after moment a tug to unlatch it’s stitching, a mending here, there, known, yet unknown. A hidden weaving into the middle of a vast display of vibrancy and familiarity, but nevertheless, a communion, perfectly whole, and fulfilled, in the Heart of the Hidden Seamstress.
Bridget Robinson
Beacon, N. Y.