Patchwork Heart

My heart has scattered,
Little pieces here and there.
First bits were claimed
Before I could name love,
When people were love.

Some parts were left behind
Before I was careful about
Giving them away; foolish girl.

Other pieces placed carefully
One a gift to my husband, then
Here son, here daughter
Take my heart; it is yours.
Their children claimed
My heart, as well, five more
Pieces given away.

I’d feared it was all gone,
But they’ve each given me
Parts of their own hearts.
This beautiful patchwork
Is what I cherish; it’s how I love.