"Tapestry"

Her tapestry hangs in the hallway
As a reminder of when she lived
For one of God's delicate creations
Is forever within the fabric hid.

I remember her sitting there sadly
Weaving the scene we now admire
Lonely in her shadow from her chair
Longing to fulfill her heart's desire.

She couldn't arise from her wheeled seat
Crippled she was and wracked by pain
But in her hands she worked the cloth
Threading the image so very plain.

While other children laughed and played
Loneliness told a tale all her own
Youth was betrayed by tragic illness
And she died in this orphan's home.

Her tapestry now hangs in the hallway
Displaying the image of a girl in the sun
Running through meadows wild and free
Within this picture that her heart spun.