Embroidered

I got a SoupMail;* didn’t know
Who sent it, so I read it.
A person found a poem of mine
And had the thought to thread it.

By that, I mean embroidery –
She stitched it, oh, so neatly,
To make a lovely sampler which
Just floored me, quite completely.

Although she also sewed my name,
She needed my permission
For in a contest it would be
Her needlework submission.

To think, a rhyme composed by me
In New York months ago
Will be in a hand-sewn sampler
In a prized New Zealand show!

The world’s become a smaller place
As, miles and miles apart,
A stranger reached into my world
And lifted up my heart.

*a message center on PoetrySoup,
a site where I also publish my poems