Stitches Poem by Strange Fruit

Stitches



She held herself together with a stitch,
a disposable thread
for one day only.

At night in her bedroom
she pulled and unpicked
and she prepared her needle for tomorrow.

She used one stitch a day,
with no wasted thread
until the cotton reel ran out.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aashish Ameya 11 August 2005

its mystic but it's good...i can feel something....

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