I used to watch my mother
At night darning socks and things
And doing those chores she did
By the light of our black and white
Those days turned over slowly
With such domestic things
And now it seems to me
Darning and such things are not done.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Another nice mono talk. Times are a changing. Nothing remains the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Darning should come back. It is the most satisfying exercise in mindfulness that one can find.