A Stitch Full Of Memories

A stitch full of memories,
Lies in my top draw,
Waiting, and wondering what it’s waiting for,
In its tiny little stitches,
As perfect as like they had been born together,
Holds flashbacks and recognition like a baby holding a bottle of milk,

It has a special history,
It was made by my grandmother,
A little before she died,

Whilst going through her house,
My auntie sent it to me,
From England,
And it had its long voyage,
Around,
The,
World,

That special little ladybird,
That the stitches carry,
Grasps hold of all those meanings,
That means a lot to me.