She glows with focus,
a fairy who can truly see.
a helium moon bathes
her, with bluey light.
Quietly she stitches
by a sky of amber- red tea.
Silk spun messages echo
through the night.
She sits and mends quietly,
and fervently, until eternity
is out of sight.
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
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