Author Meng Jiao Thread in the hands of a loving mother Turns to clothes on the traveling son. She adds stitch after tight stitch until he leaves and worries about his return. A grass blade is bathed in spring sun; how can its inch-sized heart return such love? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments