My Grandma's Tablecloth

My grandma did embroidery
And several things she did for me.
Her tablecloths (I have a few)
On holidays must get their due.

Each cross-stitch, sewn by her own hand,
As needles followed her command,
Is neat and perfectly aligned,
Her handiwork and heart entwined.

My table’s set, her cloth in place
And so tonight I will embrace
Her love that I can draw upon
From every stitch, though she is gone.