Weaving our Tapestry
Weaving our Tapestry
The seamstress sits quietly as she sews each stitch.
She either sews for pleasure, or because she is not rich.
She selects each color of thread, and carefully stitches the cloth.
Hoping last years britches, make it through each tumble and toss.
As the seamstress, so do we weave, each of us everyday.
Whether it be our hearts, our lives, or colorful displays.
we choose each word, and deed, so carefully as we weave.
Wondering if anyone will notice, our attempts at good deeds.
Just as the seamstress, when the last stitch goes in,
our work is finished, and its either with frown or grin.
Wondering if what we have done will weather the test,
Knowing deep inside...we sure did our best..
Linda R Reed
She either sews for pleasure, or because she is not rich.
She selects each color of thread, and carefully stitches the cloth.
Hoping last years britches, make it through each tumble and toss.
As the seamstress, so do we weave, each of us everyday.
Whether it be our hearts, our lives, or colorful displays.
we choose each word, and deed, so carefully as we weave.
Wondering if anyone will notice, our attempts at good deeds.
Just as the seamstress, when the last stitch goes in,
our work is finished, and its either with frown or grin.
Wondering if what we have done will weather the test,
Knowing deep inside...we sure did our best..
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