A Box of Repairs
Some thread.
A bobbin. Buttons.
A few needles.
A thimble.
A box of repairs,
Always missing the color you need,
promising repairs,
not perfection.
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.
Tom
I cannot imagine having everything I need….what then do you strive for or look forward to?
True, life happens in that way, sometimes we need a new piece, a new mindset, maybe;