I am but a simple needlewoman,
I stitch with my hands, but I work with my heart.......
There is love and sorrow with each piece that I make,
Love that it will bring joy.
Sorrow that one day it will be all that is left of me.
So I stitch on and pray as I go.
One day down the road,
some one will touch each piece with love and warmth,
and know that I cared.
I sew on buttons and charms that will delight.
I add poems that will bring smiles.
Tucked inside will always be a little ribbon of pink,
for my sister Karen, and a tiny pebble, in memory of my Mom...
Each little stitch brings a song to my heart.
The feel of the fabric under my hands feels
worn and smooth, comfortable to touch.
When I am tired and weary or maybe a bit down,
I know I can sit stitching and find the peace
in my heart.
To make sense of what’s wrong or right.
It gives me time to reflect and a moment
to cherish the life that I have....