Thursday, 25 December 2008


Care, child, for the lambs
You will have in your trust.

Value the blameless Lamb
Led dumb to the shearers.

Spin the gnarled fleece
To taut, fine, warp.

Drench the tight threads
Till warm dyes permeate.

Weave loose weft and tight warp
Into a seamless garment.

Hem, embroider, finish
In fine stitching.

Lastly, my daughter,
Wear it with good grace.

1 comment:

  1. Wow! What beautiful poems you have here! I have been reading and enjoying myself.

    Thank you so much for dropping by my blog. Your comment was encouraging.

    Happy New Year.


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