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My Mother’s Hands

The veined hand guides needle and thread through the fabric.  Slowly, patiently, over many months the design emerges.  “Walk in Love…”

My mother was a master at needlepoint.  Many a day I would sit with her on the porch and watch her work magic with needle and thread.  I miss those days.  Below are some of the tapestries she created for our church.  Some were made to honor those who have passed.  In memory of her, I share her work with you.