A Weaver’s Poem

A Poem that was written by a friend of mine – for her daughter.

To Suzanne
On the loom a warp

The weft to yet be woven

threads to be chosen

In time,

the colours vivid

on display

Yet colour blind

I couldn’t see

the form you were weaving

At last

the artwork left to God

I seek another view

I touch the fabric

silky soft strength

yielding, yet tightly woven

A handsome cloth

By Soili

A Poem that was written by a friend of mine – for her daughter