Stitch A Memory

Into the night, I sit and stare
And slowly sway my rocking chair
My sewing sets upon my lap,
As I go back into the past.

A rainy day, a special place
A tender kiss upon my face,
For just a moment, it is clear
Summer days of yesteryear.

A fondness grows inside of me
Thoughts just bursting to be free
A time of laughter, I recall
But then it isn't there at all.

I hold my work in withered arms
Knowing it will keep me warm
And once again, I start to knit
A memory in every stitch.