Whether with mother and daughter, or friends held near through the years . . .
OUR SONG
Days unfurled, like a Persian carpet,
Design upon design
revealing a pattern.
Repeating, disclosing, sounding out,
fugue-like.
Quiet beauty.
As we sing our own song.
Juanita Herff Chipman, Artisan, Writer, Poet
[Excerpt from Where Went My Want To?
thought for the day calendar by Sharon L Benedict]