Gifts

I know I need to learn to weave,
I need to finish the Coat of Many Colors
Mother started for me years ago.
She was so good at practical arts
and all I ever did was sing
Her efforts
were never fully appreciated
until her fingers had difficulty
moving through the yarn
And all I ever did was sing
She thought it frivolous
those duets with Daddy in the kitchen,
Our harmonies gave her no thrills
just worries
She kept on weaving,
And all I ever did was sing
I could write her a song,
And sing it,
while I begin learning
to weave,
And finish my Coat of Many Colors