Goldfinch60

Coffee Stitch.

So delightful,

So delightful to see.

There she was,

Just sitting there,

Coffee on the table,

But in her hands

A piece of cloth.

She put stitches through it,

Creating a bouquet

In cross stitch.

She would put in a stitch

And pull it through,

Each time she pulled

She looked up,

Looked up to see the world,

See the world around her.

But she was lost,

Lost in her own world,

Her own world of cross stitch.