Patches Poem by James B. Earley
Patches
When death ends life
A thread is torn
The knot is tied
And the child is born
The cycle but
A fabric patched
Together bound
Though unattached
The needle sews
Yet darkness reign
While shadows ask
Why is the pain
When death ends life
And the thread is torn
And the knot is tied
And the child is born
well, this is a nice write, James. and a pleasure to read, too. hugs, meggie
very inspiring words and very true. thanks for sharing this lovely piece with me.
I have seen this happen many times and it's painful and yet wonderful at the same time but it's the pattern of life. You said it so beautifully, my friend! A '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
Those Norns... The second stanza in particular hits home. Delicately done...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:49:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love this and the idea of the thread that ending one life also begins another. Thanks