Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

My Grandma's Tablecloth

My grandma did embroidery
And several things she did for me.
Her tablecloths (I have a few)
On holidays must get their due.

Each cross-stitch, sewn by her own hand,
As needles followed her command,
Is neat and perfectly aligned,
Her handiwork and heart entwined.

My table’s set, her cloth in place
And so tonight I will embrace
Her love that I can draw upon
From every stitch, though she is gone.

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Connie Marcum Wong September 19, 2018 at 2:18 AM The art of embroidery is so important to pass down to family. My mother could embroider beautifully and I have cloths she left behind. My granddaughter wants to lewrn from me and the art will live on through her. I know the comforting joy things created and passed down can bring. I loved your poem and tribute to your grandmother Ilene. Beautiful! : )

Maurice Rigoler September 18, 2018 at 7:48 PM I wil tel you at the outset, Ilene, I don't do embroidery but my French grandmother did, even with arithic fingers! When she passed away her daughters took everything, consequently she left me only cherished memories. This is a lovely write, Ilene./ M

Tom Cunningham September 18, 2018 at 2:40 PM So lovely to have those memento's of a loved one who has gone. Tom

Caren Krutsinger September 18, 2018 at 2:34 PM I used to embroider and it was so relaxing, and fulfilled so much inside me, as it calmed me like nothing else did. The fact that it is your grandma still loving you, makes this poem grand.