We all have a little sadness inside
by Jocelyn Fuller Chrisley
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Today-
I wonder if I have spent too much time not knowing
what I want to do with my life.
I am 25.
Married.
Often doing nothing with my life-
unless feeling confused counts as something.
When my parents were 25-
They were well on their way to saving the world
and owning a home.
I found a friend with whom I could share these worries
She listened to my ambivalence-
I saw her looking for the thread that would connect
her life
to mine.
"My grandmother makes quilts."
She said-
"Made quilts.
Before she lost her sight and found her fingers shaking.
she turned old pillowcases and dress shirts into landscapes-
vibrant squares bound together by small constant stitches.
My grandmother has already made a quilt,
bright with pieces borrowed from a checkered tablecloth and a graduation gown,
for my baby who hasn't been born yet."
She sighs
And we look at each other with a lot of wanting
for time.
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