May 11, 1991|By Joyce S. Brown

She gathers jigsaw pieces of the past;

spends hours putting them in place:

(so far just the border

and the outline of a face.)

And I am useless with her puzzle bits:

daughter in a far-off land.

Although I write her once a week,

she does not recognize my hand.

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