Embroidery

She sat peacefully by the window Gnarled brown hands creating magic Every tiny stitch danced around in joy The pastel blue and enchanting pink Peeked from under her hands The basket with its weaves and hues Stood surrounded by tiny daises She stitched love and care into each flower Head bent life flowed from her hands A garden filled with treasures Night came, moonlight beamed Hands still lovingly moved across the threads Dress finished, she slowly stood Eyes caressing the wedding dress A gift from grandma so old 03/06/2011 By Tahera Mannan