I Wish that I Could Weave
I wish that I could weave for you a coat
of softest wool in subtle shades of brown
to match your hair and eyes. But when I tell
you this, you shake your head and frown,
saying, I can’t even dress the loom.
And you are right, you know. I never learned
the craft at all. I simply made the moves
of spinning, winding, and weaving. It concerned
me little that the loom was bare. But now
I wish with all my heart that I could weave,
designing such attire for you that, glorious
in this beauty, you would never leave.
by Carla Chlouber © Chlouber Estate