She pushes, coaxes, presses needle through.
With labored love, the handsome fabric knows
that meaning of attachment thus imbued.
Her stitches mixed with tears, the fabric glows.
She makes her mourning coat from their love nest.
Resounding chimes the tolling bell
that beckon all to see his final best:
that coat of colors thus becomes his shell
as, lovingly, her thimble now may rest.