Having outlived multiple generations beneath her, the blind and mute woman became an enigma. It was certain, however, that each member was welcomed into this world by her artistry.
A sparse hut, in the heart of the village, glowed as her wrinkled fingers raced against fading embers nestled within the grate. A flickering candle whispered to her spirit. She acknowledged, yet remained steadfast, for the chief’s daughter was coming at any hour.
When the congregation called the following morning, she lay clutching a brilliant garment. It was complete, as was the life of Mother Weaver.
A sparse hut, in the heart of the village, glowed as her wrinkled fingers raced against fading embers nestled within the grate. A flickering candle whispered to her spirit. She acknowledged, yet remained steadfast, for the chief’s daughter was coming at any hour.
When the congregation called the following morning, she lay clutching a brilliant garment. It was complete, as was the life of Mother Weaver.
