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digital art by phil gennuso

digital art by phil gennuso

i can still see the whirling,
hear the threads spinning,
old clothes made new,
new clothers made fit,

grandma’s nimble fingers
weaving her tapestry,
timeless, ageless, priceless;

our worlds may be coming apart,
nothing much ever seems
to change,
the news drums on,
as it always has,

but in my dreams,
grandma’s old machine
is still whirling,
her fingers still playing
to some unknown melody,
from some far away world,
where everything torn asunder
can always be mended.