Judging comment: What a nostalgic poem that definitely took a turn. I thought for sure this was going to be a poem about love, lost love, and it still can be pulled that way overall. I loved the imagery and the idea of stitching together something that would create your own comfort. Sometimes we have to do that when we're abandoned and alone - create our own comfort, and to create something thick and strong and enough to yank on. I love that thought. The ending was heartbreaking and very relatable to me, years are generally unkind to hurting people, you can read the pain all of their face, in their age and wrinkles and time. Beautifully written, although incredibly painful memories. Absolutely love the title, too. It was a toss-away. These moments, memories, don't matter so much more than the healing that comes from writing.