Assembling the Crib

He lacked the skill to make it true, the crib, 
so he  assembled it from a wordless diagram,
an ark of 5 panels, 32 screws and bolts, 3 tools-
tightening it just enough, until the memory 
of its creation fixed solid in his soul, well past 
the 1000 days of the child dreaming in it,  
the 30 years of lying unassembled in attic dust,
its existence cradled, tightened and retightened,
in lullaby and bedtime rhyme- until the child
reached his Jesus year, and needing a 
second-hand cradle for his soon to be first born,
noticed it in the growing dawn and dust and 
thought “Dad, I know I have the screws for that.”