"Anna's Blanket"
By Penny4athought
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Her hands once so quick and supple
Strain to hold the needle
As she determinedly crochets
The rows of vividly colored yarn
Row follows row
As the blanket for a loved one grows
Knowing it will comfort them
When she’s no longer there
Though it is difficult for her aging eyes
To see the next loop
To pass the yarn through
She is not deterred
Though her hands may slip
She will undo and retrace
As she smiles into the sun
It is warm on her well lived face
She sits on the porch chair crocheting
In the natural light that guides her
The only light that helps her see
Her rows of brilliant color
In long and sturdy rows
And the blanket she’s creating
For her family's comfort
Made with cotton yarn and love
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Comments
A lovely picture. Is it based
A lovely picture. Is it based on one person, or a number? Rhiannon
To pass the yarn threw – is that 'through' or is it an Amercan spelling?
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A beautiful pattern
A beautiful pattern yes it could be an African motif? The right word? A lovely little story women like that are scarce these days.
Hamba gachle! Go well! Tom Brown
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What a lovely thing and a
What a lovely thing and a lovely poem about it. :)
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your photo is so beautiful!
your photo is so beautiful! Is that a picture of a blanket your Mother made? It is a lovely idea to give all those close to you something full of your time and love, special for each person.
I like how you repeat words like yarn and row, reminding me of the repetition involved in that kind of work, as they hold together words of light, love, comfort, colour, smiles
full of strength and gentleness
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Pick of the Day!
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This is very lovely!
This is very lovely!
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What a loving thoughtful lady
What a loving thoughtful lady your mum was Penny. Your poem shows that there is good in the world.
Jenny.
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