Apr 17, 2020
2 min read
The Old Woman At The Sewing Machine
A poem
The sewing machine goes
tuk-tuk-tuk,
louder than usual.
An old woman sits at it,
her grey curls billowing
in the mild breeze of the table-fan.
She is sewing together
the seams of her soul and heart -
the patchworks were
beginning to…
