Needle and Thread

Pulling thread through a needle takes a moment, they say
So as she delicately threaded
She beheaded all the thoughts which came to her mind

Taunting words – many were unkind

Folded in her memory
Neatly stacked and unrhymed
One by one she began to unfold where a happy heart could eventually mold

Moments go by and there she is
Nimble with a bit of wit
No ailing to her humble motif
This woman cannot falter
Her faith and love are greater
More than she knows to ever hold true

Oh sweet and somber you

By Elizabeth Mendiola
Copyright 2016


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