After Mama died I unraveled
the hem of one of her blouses

sewing a dress
for my granddaughter

an invisible thread
to re-stitch her back to life

for years during holidays Mama feigned
headaches toothaches stomach aches

claiming nobody really cares
what ailed Mama

knotting tufts of sadness
with each grief she held

I carry her disquiet
stitched in my blueprint

Mama teach me how
to untie knots

without unraveling myself