I made this potholder last week at the end of the day. Once again the words were circling around in my head and just needed to come out.
words words come at the end of the day
they come to torture me and to play
they turn into pictures
then fly away
After making it, I truly wondered if anyone out there would be able to connect with it, if it would have meaning for anyone else but me, so here it is and let me know if you feel the need.