Stitch by stitch, her hands remembered.
For yesterday... okay maybe it's not such a small one...
Picking up the pieces thrown.
Separating those that are my own,
shaping and hardening their form
to protect myself in case of storm.
Without the mastery of a guild
brick by brick myself I build.
I mortar my bricks back together
and stand against the coming weather.
DDD2011
Now I'm caught up!
A River of Stones
I've also joined the Heart Swap at Mosaic Magpie!
Love the poem and welcome to the swap!
ReplyDeleteDeb
I love the "stitch by stitch" line - it's lovely. And I love the whole look and feel of your site. I'll be back to visit. My main site is over at: http://margoroby.wordpress.com/
ReplyDeleteif you would care to come over some time.
margo