Poetry Tuesday Three

Objective

My stated objective-- the goal of my writing this poem,
is to create something old fashioned; something nostalgic.
I want this poem to be the pocketwatch you pull
out of the breast pocket of your vest,
rubbing its shiny case between your forefinger
and thumb. The case should shut with a satisfying click.
I want it to sew a leather patch
on the elbow of your tweed jacket,
or hem your pants while you stand there
with your mother-in-law pursing her lips
holding that needle. Ideally, this poem
will mend things rather than throw them out.