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Mary Sepulveda
Quilting
My sister is stitching together the quilt
Bits and pieces of my old clothes
She works a little every day,
Joining the threads of our lives together
Bits and pieces of my old clothes
Marked with needle drops of blood
Joining the threads of our lives together
I will sleep wrapped in love
Marked with needle drops of blood
Her fingers dance a nightly prayer
I will sleep wrapped in love
Her dreams instructing me
Her fingers dance a nightly prayer
My sister, who is slowly dying
Her dreams instructing me
Quietly, quietly this is how you sleep
My sister who is slowly dying
Whose fingers I have never kissed
Quietly, quietly this is how you sleep
Joining the threads of our lives together
Mary Sepulveda lives in Oregon City, Oregon where she is considering opening an art gallery.
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