To The Lighthouse

She knits and she pearls by the twilight in the evening,

Her pattern is simple; her stitches are tight.

Her needles they flash in their bobbing and weaving,

As they criss and they cross in their wondrous flight.


She knits and she pearls by the twilight in the evening

Having cast off all of the old torment and strife.

She looks at the clock and thinks of all that time grieving

Now she knows that now is the only time to be living her life.


She knits and she pearls by the twilight in the evening

She wonders what her children will do with their lives

She has not yet told them their father she was leaving,

Never having woven the fabric woven by husbands and wives.


She knits and she pearls by the twilight in the evening

She looks out the window at the setting sunlight,

Her future’s uncertain but not her belief in

The power of love to transform all wrongs into right.


She knits and she pearls by the twilight in the evening,

Her pattern is simple; her stitches are tight.

Her needles they flash in their bobbing and weaving,

As they criss and they cross in their wondrous flight.


She knits and she pearls by the twilight in the evening.

She knits and she pearls by the twilight in the evening



2014

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