Happy Sunday
It's raining wonderfully, time for reading, couch and coffee.and poetry.
I've found this in a notebook of 2006.
FRODO'S SHIRT
a finger stroked the sleeve of the once soft shirt.
The worn material reflects the trials that were inflicted onto the small body that lies buried somewhere in its folds.
Scars of travel,
Of frequent falls leave their mark
On the shirt.
A small body shivers through the thin fabric
For there's very little left of cloth
To warm his skin.
Still long miles to go to reach the thread
It had been whole once,
Now it was torn.
The fabric of cloth split,
As was the fabric of life.
And Sam didn't know if he could
Remember how...
To sew
Have a wonderful day, my dears.
Love &hugs,
Judith
I've found this in a notebook of 2006.
FRODO'S SHIRT
a finger stroked the sleeve of the once soft shirt.
The worn material reflects the trials that were inflicted onto the small body that lies buried somewhere in its folds.
Scars of travel,
Of frequent falls leave their mark
On the shirt.
A small body shivers through the thin fabric
For there's very little left of cloth
To warm his skin.
Still long miles to go to reach the thread
It had been whole once,
Now it was torn.
The fabric of cloth split,
As was the fabric of life.
And Sam didn't know if he could
Remember how...
To sew
Have a wonderful day, my dears.
Love &hugs,
Judith