Mending in Postcards 4

Mending, that’s what my hands have been
struggling with
my hands, my eyes, my soul
all failing me today
as I mend holes in my hand braces,
I mend a favorite shirt
my favorite pool dress, favorites
of all kinds
aware of last night’s failings
when at a meeting
sans pant hems
shredding my way into the rooms with blue shirt and black hems
worst of all,
sometimes paraphrasing is all that’s left
when you discover your
teeth at home in a jar by the door.