Needle in 3/4 Time
Sewing is one of those things I can’t do
(in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in)
because putting the needle in my hand would make
me question.
(out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out)
I jab the needle into my palm
and wiggle it around to make sure it’s still there.
I would ask myself
(in-in-out)
why I would do
(out-in-in) that,
and for what effect than to ask
why
(out-out) God didn’t stop me.
Better my hand
(out-in-in)
than another’s,
transferring my blood to someone
(out-in-in)
who won’t need it.
I love my brothers too much;
I used a Butterfly needle so it wouldn’t hurt.
(in-
out-
out-
in-
out-
out)
He’s smiling (in) on me. He sure is (out).
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