She is both warp and weft;
When fibers fray, she deftly weaves
Them whole. At times, she grieves
Lost freedom, and fears she’s less than
Kind. Still, her care joins man,
Child, elders; through her hands run ties
To church, state, world. She lives
In the jeweled net the wise ones teach
Of: facets shine as each
Reflects all others. Reaching far
And deep, her arms and heart
Ache with love— tender, weary, blessed.

Kimberly G. Jackson studied literature at Yale and New York University, but now reads and writes poetry just for the love of it. 

She lives in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts.

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