If we've stitched some varied color
To make our friendship grow,
And buttoned up our lips
Only the finest to know.
Then we're knit together
With the firmest knotted thread,
We've needled a little love into our hearts
Guided by the softest tread.
As we hooked up to our PC
It looped us together you and eye,
Now we've cottoned on it seams
We'll be in stitches, Oh my...
Finely measured by God's design
Because we're of biased ilk,
Our layers of love are pinned down
Of the purest silk.
No old scraps make up our quilt
We're embroidered with strands of gold,
So eternal flair shines through
Not just felt, but sew it's told
Ah, such loveliness
Is ours to hold.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2003 used with permission