The Jigsaw Puzzle

    “The Jigsaw Puzzle,” Ensign, July 1989, 47

    The Jigsaw Puzzle

    Honorable Mention

    With shaking hand she scanned

    many-hued blues to find

    the piece with leaf to fit

    into its proper place;


    The search ends empty, so

    the grandma-fingers dig

    into the puzzle box

    extracting more new blue


    “No! None of these will do!

    This one shows bark and dark,

    and here, straight edge suggests

    a ridged borderline, but false.

    The border’s done.

    Perhaps I was unwise

    to try with failing eyes

    to tackle taxing task of

    fifteen hundred piece.”


    With magnifying glass

    the hunt and turn resumes

    over and over—

    until in evening hour (when

    daylight’s long since dimmed)

    she finds the piece with leaf

    and neatly locks in place,

    and smiles—

    “That’s all I’ll do today.”

    Then donning flannel print

    in place of jersey knit

    she slumbers off to sleep,

    deep. …

    Or so the story goes

    the last day of her life,

    the twenty-first of May in 1928.

    Now as I kneel today

    at temple altar,


    this precious grandma mine

    (the Master’s jigsaw piece)

    be locked into her place.