As many of us put away our holiday decorations finished this year or last or can’t quite remember when. Or those your Mother, Grandmother or Cousin stitched, I’m reminded of this poem by Maria Mazziotta Gillan, the last sentence sums up the value of stitching by hand.
By chance I caught a televised reading by Maria and found her writing so personal and vulnerable. To learn more about Maria, her poetry and art I’ve attached some links. Maria thanks for keeping it real.