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
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
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