[to my Grandmother]
it was sewn for valor.
handstitched.
with pearl embroidered
to shine quietly.
not to cause distress.
it swishes like the colours
of roses raindroped furling
under clouds of violet.
before the storms of
yearning,
silent,
perfumed of lilies.
staunchness at the yoke
and a hidden thread of gold
in perfect stitches by the
Unseen runs through this silk of night
illumined by angels in flight
the music he died for.
prove it was a labor of love.
wear it.
mary angela douglas 2 january 2014
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