A Box of Repairs
A bobbin. Buttons.
A few needles.
A box of repairs,
Always missing the color you need,
About this poem
My family is aware of something I call “The Law of Hardware”, which says no matter how much hardware and how many tools you have accumulated over a lifetime, any repair you want to do requires a trip to the hardware store. Something is always missing.
I think life is similar. When we are broken, and begin to rebuild ourselves, there’s always something missing. The restoration is never perfect. That might bother some, but I think of the end result as more interesting for the imperfections.