He used to think his actions were justified.
But then he came to his senses.
A bigoted, washed-up, wrinkly man
felt bad about his slurs,
of which he said he only used a tad.
When his daughter strolled in one day, he said to himself,
\"Oh, it\'s a colored woman.\"
Sitting down with his daughter\'s partner,
he at first stand offish,
began to alleviate her worries
when he saw they were cut from the same cloth.
A cloth rampant with memories
that don\'t want to be remembered.
A cloth that doesn\'t know what it\'s like
for someone to take care of them.
A cloth that labored through trauma
and got over it by thoughtlessly staring
at the ripples in its coffee.
A cloth that refused to be idle.
Only then did it register in his twig brain,
whether with shared experiences or not.
All cloths make a winsome quilt.