Whatever happened to that needlepoint
Of the four seasons or was it
The four graces you worked on
During your anxious pregnancy
Will it show up at a thrift store
Some hundred years from now
A treasure rediscovered
A beauty for a bargain
But only you and I will know
How much you wanted a horse
Now that we lived in the country
Or how much I enjoyed splitting wood
In the service of that winter's fires
While you were stitching together
The perfect picture of our daughter
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