she weaves in many things . . .
yarns she has spun
birch bark from the forests
pottery she has molded and formed with her own hands
and driftwood she finds along the shores
once she paddled out to the marshy end of Mirror Lake
to gather 75 reeds still growing in the murky bottom
then she wove it into a birthday gift
for my mother on her 75th birthday

she weaves throughout the seasons
in all kinds of places
and when she has finished her weaving of a basket
she sets it aside
and allows the basket to fulfill its purpose
holding onions or M & M’s or caramels
carrying books to and from school
or simply resting atop a desk or table
looking fine and earthy and ready

you are not unlike sharon
you have woven for me
a safe haven
a friendship
that sits upon my heart
so fine and strong and ready
and the kindness you have shown me
not just once
but over and over again
has woven a peace
within my soul;
and a hope that maybe now
i will make it through this storm.

there are no words that i can say
that could ever explain just how much
your kindness has carried me along
instead,
there is a basket here for you
woven with love
to help you remember
just how much you mean to me

dee