Stitch © Tom Sierak Stitches in Time As a child I'd sit for hours Watching grandma's loving hands. Listening to the stories She told with heart and hand. I learned of lessons of patience They were part of every stich. Each quilt block held special meaning There was perfection in each stitch. As I watched her thread and needle There was no such thing as time. Something of her wisdom Passed between her heart and mine. No words were necessary As we were sitting there. And I used to get such pleasure At those moments that we shared. I know each stitch worked so carefully Contained a silent prayer . A blessing for the person Whose comfort that quilt would bear. Now when I wrap up in the blanket Grandma made for me. I feel her once more wrapping Her loving arms around me. © by Sandra Kelly All rights reserved Credits Tom Sierak Fine Art Used with Permission Backgrounds Eos Dev Graffix of Eden ~ Border Heronwing's ~ Star Graphic My Sister    Grandpa's Chair