Open Poetry #12 |
Simple Stitches |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
She stitched the rough cloth In fine careful sturdy rows, Stronger than the cloth, Longer than should have taken Her hands weak, were not shaken. She Sang so quietly “I will sew for you, It’s what I will do, It’s a gift I give for you, The best I can try to do.” They took him in cloth She could stitch no more for him, He wore his last cloth. Sooner than he should be gone, Her heart weak, she’d carry on. Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
sad but loving words and deed...~S ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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