Sewing Circle
They don’t require, nor have they kept
a penny for their tender task.
The comfort sewn as tears are wept,
a finer wage they couldn't ask.
As mothers wait and pray aloud
that hope may live forever thus
the quiet artists, shy and proud,
construct, of cloth, a loving truss.
To help support the cause of hope,
their time is spent, compassion sewn,
to soothe the ones who have to cope
with fear that most have never known.
From in the heart and high above,
from nothing asked, a quilt of good—
a sewing circle made of love,
of universal motherhood.
They don’t require, nor have they kept
a penny for their tender task.
The comfort sewn as tears are wept,
a finer wage they couldn't ask.
As mothers wait and pray aloud
that hope may live forever thus
the quiet artists, shy and proud,
construct, of cloth, a loving truss.
To help support the cause of hope,
their time is spent, compassion sewn,
to soothe the ones who have to cope
with fear that most have never known.
From in the heart and high above,
from nothing asked, a quilt of good—
a sewing circle made of love,
of universal motherhood.
~ Dean Neighbors~
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