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
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