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9/28/2009

Sewing Circle

They don’t require, nor have they kept
a penny for their tender task.
The comfort sewn as tears are wept;
a finer wage they couldn’t ask.

As mothers wait and pray aloud
that hope may live forever thus
the quiet artists, shy and proud
construct of cloth a loving truss.

To help support the cause of hope,
their time is spent; compassions sewn
to soothe the ones who have to cope
with fear that most have never known.

From in the heart and high above;
from nothing asked; a quilt of good—
a sewing circle made of love;
of universal motherhood.

© copyright 2002 W.D. Neighbors

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