Divine Seamstress

by Susan & Micah McLeod-Harrison

A multicolor piece of weaving, partially done

We, the childish, wear our clothes like skin,
Like a birthright.

But a divine cadre of women sew
In the deep of the maze, and far from the exit.

Each mother works with worn fingertips,
recalls a child’s face.

Each moment of the day, they sew,
Like God: unseen, dressing the world.

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