Patchwork Quilts

I've gotten giggly like this before,

treasuring texts like love letters,

tiny dogs in christmas sweaters,

raspberry slurpies at 2:00 am,

snow-covered cars 

drawing smiley faces,

brushing freshly washed hair,

remembering a time when 

they actually cared 

whether I laughed at their jokes.

All those who have pulled us close,

invisible threads interwoven

on Patchwork Quilts 

like my great grandmother would crochet 

while watching me splash in Shinnecock Bay. 

Stitched, 

another square of fabric 

to my handmade heart, 

with the integrity of a great grandmother’s knitting—

half a century down the line

and our condition may still be mint.