And seeing you working in your embroidery. Adding color and shape

with each one of your stitches. Creating beautiful pieces. That you

have given to loved ones and friends. Sitting comfortably using the

magnifying glass with the bright light. Your legs up on the Ottoman.

And I walk in and see you…with this halo of calm and patience.

Using your hands working on your next piece. Your mind fully

focused. Couldn’t be other way. Lay on the sofa. Engage on some

conversation. Family matters. About preparing dinner. My sister in law

is coming. Three hours after the appointed time. But we know that.

Talk about the latest with relatives and friends. Yes. We talk about

missing Rico. We might suddenly start crying talking about him. You go

back to your stitching and I go to writing silly things. I tell you: I love

you. You tell me: I love you. And carry on.

And you still look as a Madonna. Making a quilt for Jesus.

EO