She sits by an open window Catching the last light of the day Sewing tiny delicate stitches In my mind, she's still that way Seeing the tiredness in her face As her shoulders start to droop Long nimble fingers flying A master of the embroidery hoop A little sewing box on the floor The bundles of colorful thread Trying to finish an intricate flower Before herding the kids to bed A special time just for herself It was her way of relaxing Releasing the tension of the day And problems that were often taxing Scarves, pillowcases and tablecloths All adorned with exquisite trim Showcase her beautiful handiwork With vines and flowers along the hem Thinking of herself as ordinary She was truly one of a kind Seeing her at the window with her needle Is forever etched in my mind Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© September 14, 2008 All Rights Reserved Click Here To Send This Site To A Friend!