What Might These Old Scissors Have To Say Poem by Grant House

What might these old scissors have to say
Whose hands reached out for them
Without looking away from the work
As she picked them up deftly and turned them around
Caught the thread, stitch by stitch
Ripped the seam, cut the back from the lining
Lowered the collar of the thrift store suit
Shortened the way too long sleeves
For his sudden wedding
While the cherry blossoms
Fell on emerald grounds
In front of the sanctuary
Where his bride was waiting
Head down
Worried and hoping
Because he was a little late