Aunt Eunice Stitched Tiny Threads of Gold, Poetry
Aunt Eunice loved sewing keepsakes for her loved one's
Embroidering cotten pillowcases in beautiful golden sheen
Aunt Eunice stitched tiny threads as neat as her old Singer sewing machine
The yellow mums embraced the hunter green leaves nestled in a lovely bouquet spray
Tied with silk lavender ribbon, proudly put on display
Hands worn and twisted, joints swollen, agility waining
Her desire to stitch remains supreme, even though eyesight is sadly dimming
Her old rocking chair sets close to the crackling fireplace as she sews lovely gifts to share
She's marked each piece with names atop her keepsakes and signed with love and care
She knows she'll be remembered when her stitching ceases to be
The ones she loved so much, her wonderful earthly family.
© 2015 Ruby Jean Richert
