The fabric once vibrant
Has turned to muted hues
And dismal shades of grey

The colors now altered
Throughout the long hard years
Stained by tears interwoven
With remnants of good cheer

In days of old this cloth was of the brightest hue
Stitched by tender and loving hands
The past time of a woman
Who came from a distant land

In the old wooden basket by her chair
She kept her precious cloth and slender threads there
As she went about crafting, a masterpiece
A blanket of love, she placed upon their bed

With needle and thread, designs she created
Revealing the story
Of a life well lived
Embroidered with all the love
This women did give

Tonight she climbs into the four poster bed
Pulling the faded covers up around her graying head
She is flooded with warmth as she lies alone
Wrapped up in memories of times now past

At peace in this moment
She closes her eyes
Drifting off into fields of green
To a time and place
Where life is simple and serene

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