I unfold from my pocket

a square of quilt
that holds your lavender scent
begin my work of stitching
in the quiet kitchen
black coffee, crescent roll
needle weaving in and out
between cotton downy
and plum colored fabric
as I stitch together
this crazy quilt.

I feel rhythm of your breath
remember autumn days
working side by side, quilting
peach cobbler crusts
loaves of braided bread
this needle
like the movement of my grief
in and out
a pattern never finished.