mother

timing and age,

you were knitted

for me. and my,

my sweet soul,

born from of old.

seven times seven

you prayed for me,

seventy times seven,

forgave my flaws.

with seldom spars, and

speech that stays gentle,

keeping much to yourself,

bearing burdens of most—

selfless. life distresses?

didn't overcome your entirety,

glory to The Most High, Jesus.

i know you,

your love, it's

everything and more,

enfolding, like that coverlet.

now, you claim to be frayed

but i promise a,

all i see is tapestry.

yours truly,

Shirlin.