Seamstress
She sits in her window,
in the old white rocker,
sewing shadow-memories
into a cohesive whole.
She’s alone now—
no one with whom to share
beauty, the texture of her life,
peppered with pain and giving.
Sunshine seeps through
half-opened blinds.
Still she waits.
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A second Quadrille for De’s prompt at dVerse Poets’ Pub…a poem of 44 words, using the given word SHADOW. Please join us.
My original response to this prompt is here.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 