FAMILY JIGSAW
I think of family
as a living jigsaw in a great, big box.
Everything
in order, sitting pretty and much valued.
Separately,
depending on others, like building blocks
And, with each
fragment, the whole of us continued.
Although bits
were rearranged, it still looked like Us.
Friends and colleagues
might cause some movement
But the
picture gradually returned to our ordinariness.
Life
continued despite what changes might represent.
Until the
vessel broke and pieces scattered everywhere.
Frantic
scrabbling and searching failed to find them all.
I’m searching
for an important piece, lost somewhere,
So the completed
picture can again be the Us I recall.
© Sandy
Gillis July 2023
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