When death ends life
A thread is torn
The knot is tied
And the child is born
The cycle but
A fabric patched
Together bound
Though unattached
The needle sews
Yet darkness reign
While shadows ask
Why is the pain
When death ends life
And the thread is torn
And the knot is tied
And the child is born
James B. Earley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/patches-3/
