A Poem: I Weave

I weave I never stop stitching what you unstitch. I never stop repairing what you tear. I mend Frayed edges, and holes on knees. Those places you’re rubbed raw, I take and restore. Gently, tenderly I come behind carrying the thread. I put together what had you undone, I tend to each of your needs. … More A Poem: I Weave