Oxygen particles snoozing in the stillness of space and time,
As 4 irregular and turgid pillars encase your resting place:
"Here lies your bi-pedal legacy."
Piped in Broderie-anglais,
Stitched in textual Master-smithing,
Fastened in late maternity.
A lunar retreat,
Retiring from the pollination of vocation, into expanding retraction.
Immersing into stellar design,
Ancestral stardust populates
Hand-stitched cognition,
As the chunky marks of
Rainbow threads construct this life-long tapestry.
Luminous and timely progressed,
Her Zodiacal ruler catching a seed bead upon a Centaur,
Noting the next collection to be born.
Adorned in Royal astrology,
Your star gasps primarily.
Roots spreading like a mutable mess on the sewing room floor.
Fortune and fate now mapped in eternity.
Nourish your fate and fortune.
i LOVE this poem Freyja!