In the needled clicking over mind <br /> she knits with wool soft thoughts of yesterday <br /> and weaves his wrinkled laughter <br /> through her broken brow <br /> slippered feet, rocker worn, retrace <br /> remembered Sunday seams into the <br /> sunstretched smooth of summers carpeted vows <br /> she nods, replacing fraying fears <br /> of loneliness with satin sounds of a <br /> wedding gown and dream of his <br /> Hand in quilted warmth upon her Heart <br /> she purls the borders of their ribbed <br /> separation, and gently kissing <br /> casted lots upon the finished corners <br /> Folds it over the Earth.<br /><br />Ann Creer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tapestry/
