Weave Woman Woman you weave a tale of trouble and woe Your life has been dealt a devastating blow Yet through it all, not once have you said Why me, I'd rather be dead. Your are a weaver woman, no doubt Each thread important to bring you about Within your temple your demon lives To cause you grief is all he gives. Stand strong and weave him sorrow Catch him sleeping on the dawn of the morrow For you have the final say Who will go and who will stay. Lyn May 8, 2002 © Dedicated to Weave Women When I wrote to WeaveWoman, this was her response, I am so honoured You have given me a wonderful gift of love that is beyond any material gift. Now that I have cleared my eyes and throat. Now that my husband read your poem he said to me.. See how people really care :-) he then hugged me.. He said.. That person is so so sweet, bless her heart. I say to you.. Bless your heart.. That poem is a healing poem for me. I am totally honored beyond words. I love the poem.. You are good ! Good with words and a good heart. I most humbly thank you. Weaving Blessings of Joy, WeaveWoman aka Dixie ~~~~~~ Please read before downloading our  "Terms of Use"  Design by Lyn 2006