Stitches holding you together
Forming closer like a sether
who collected all the yarn
knot together for et barn
Was it the sether day by day
losely fiddling from separee
no it must have been closest friend
building up with her own hands
Saw this child and sew the wings
to unfold them as the future brings
For this little being knows of nothing
Yet to come through pain and laughing
Loving, hatred tearing part
weaving fate’s carpet piece of art
Longer as it slowly crinkles
fabric growing thick while winkles
Then we’ll see that child poor thing
Holding needle sting by sting
*nor. for et barn = for one child