Strings spinning with ease
wood calloused and bruised
hands flickering over
flinging memories to the breeze
...
Gray hair flying
blue eyes lying,
though nothing disturbs her
her loom still spurs
...
As old as time
she flows with the dawn
the machine creaks in protest
she moves steadily on
...
Weaving the fabric of life
though she does not know it
cutting away the strife
she pulls with lasting wit
...
Her eyes shining
machine wining
she slowly fades away
welcome the newfound day
...
Her loom still bear
living without a care
still creaking its unfound tune
Though still spinning out dreams
to join the streams
of life
...
Her smile still wanders
through the clouds