Theresa Martha's firm but slender hands So lightly held the yarn at her spinning wheel; Caressing long the fine revolving strands, She wound her daily stint on whirling reel. She sang and drew the threads to their rightful place To fashion wool for use, she often said, Or something of beauty as rare and fragile lace, Then sniffed her glowing oven's fragrant bread. Theresa Martha's tender youthful dream Was woven like the cloth by wick and fire. Her plan had threads of rose, a shining gleam, "For life has pattern," she mused, "if kept entire." With faith and careful strength she spun reserve, And wove with song her gentleness and verve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRE-EXISTENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING THE BLUET by W. I. LINCOLN ADAMS TO SAN FRANCISCO by SAMUEL JOHN ALEXANDER COMPANIONSHIP AT NIGHT by AGNES STEWART BECK A TRANSCRIPTION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |