Cross Stitch Sampler

Pure, fine, cream linen, crisp and new,
Its warp and weft creating a background of minute holes,
Like the night sky pin-pricked with millions of stars,
Spaces waiting to be filled.

A delightful imaginary world of yesteryear,
Slowly unfolding as tiny stitches create a scene,
Unfurling like the wings of a butterfly,
In shades of blue, red and mauve.

A caring, dedicated teacher, guiding her devoted students,
Innocent-faced children in pinafores, bonnets, buttons and bows,
Alphabets and numbers, skipping ropes and kites,
Small hands holding hands in little straight rows.

A simple, relaxing past time at the end of a busy day,
To one day be hung in a frame on the wall,
Memories of places I’ve been, places I’ve sat.
Moments in time shared with friends, sewing,

A reminder and reflection of the tapestry of my life,
My cross-stitch sampler.