Kate Buxbaum Prado

The Weavers

We come together sisters of the human race.
Each of a different color, age and place.
Taking time to weave in words,
a quilt of comfort for our own.
To carry with us when at last we part,
each returning home.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 8, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011

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