I picture my mom
Gently folding the edge
Of an embroidered
Cloth napkin
A needle piercing
In even spaces
Crafting tiny holes
For a thread to weave
Over and under
Giving the fabric
A new strength
A renewed purpose
Hem me in
Fold in my
Rough edges
Sewing
A seam
Of hope
The stitches
May hurt
But they will heal
Giving my heart
A new strength
A renewed purpose
You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Psalm 139:5
Piano Girl 
Lovely!
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Thank you! ☺️
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So beautiful Kelley,
This…
The stitches
May hurt
But they will heal
Giving my heart
A new strength
A renewed purpose
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Thank you, Louise. ❤️
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Kelley, this may be one of my favorites of yours. I feel just as Louise above. Your writing always touches my heart. Thank you my friend. 🤍🙏
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Thank you, Karla. ❤️ Hope you are well.
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You’re welcome, Kelley. I’m doing my best! I hope you are too! 🤍🙏
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Kelley
What a wonderful poem. I especially like these lines,
“Hem me in
Fold in my
Rough edges”
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Thank you, Ali. ❤️
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