Of all the things
We mend each day
A heart is rather hard
They say
Stitching a heart
Requires patience and skill
A steady hand
And a very sharp quill
Most people flee
From the needle at hand
For they will not agree
With what they don’t understand
And sharp objects
Are never very nice
So a wounded heart
Is often left to suffice
Yet the task of mending
Is actually quite easy
If you can find a person
Who isn’t too queasy
But just how often
Is somebody actually willing
To take a chance
On further heart spilling
Most would rather
Just let things be
Because mending a heart
Isn’t easy you see
It may seem simple
To the mender
But not for the person
Who must surrender
Matters of the heart
Are never quite clear
And that’s just the way it is
My dear
© 2019 Michelle Cook
This is lovely 😊
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Thank you… I really enjoyed one of your latest posts as well. I’m so glad I found you on here! Really looking forward to reading more from you. 😉
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“It may seem simple
To the mender
But not for the person
Who must surrender”
How true this is! The mender is removed from the heartbreak and can easily see how to stitch up the wound, while the heart-broken lives through the pain and mending.
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Thank you for your comment. If only we could always be the mender… 😉
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It is so beautiful / amazing how you stitch your words together….
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Thank you… 🙂
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Very nice . good to see you writing
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Thank you Sarah… I was mending a pile of clothes today and this is what spilled out afterwards. Lol..
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Yes day activities can produce writing for sure.
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Thank goodness! 😉
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Beautifully written. Matters of the heart and healing are so delicate, even tricky.
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Thank you… they really are.
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❤️❤️❤️
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