mother's choice - 2/1/09

what would she choose, it seemed as if her whole life was hanging on by a thread...her family waiting to see if she would come back to us or if the scissors would cut the only thing left that was holding us together - this would be told by the decision she would make... she couldn't understand that even though the once beautiful quilt had been torn, ripped and in some areas shredded, we were waiting for her with needles and thread if given the chance... she was as though the pin cushion and we were all the pins drawn to her side...she had become the thimble - callased, hard and as if stone-like to protect the inside that was so delicate...we were waiting like a tape measurer to take the small steps to reach our goal of having her back...please let us mend you, for you can't do it alone