The sun has been hidden by thick snow-filled clouds for the last couple of days
so I sat in front of the fire
and stitched lots of my own sun rays.
As I stitched I thought of my Mother
whose name was Ray.
My grandparents named her that
because they thought of her
as their ray of sunshine.
The funny thing is she very nearly married a man
whose surname was Ray!
But luckily my father swept her off her feet instead.
A lot of logs have gone on the fire
over the last few snowy days
but I had to rescue this one
and examine it closer...