"Anna's Blanket"

Gold cherry

By Penny4athought

Mon, 20 Jul 2020
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15 comments
 

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

Certificate 12
Poem
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

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?

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Hi Rhiannon- No, that 'threw' was wrong - my auto correct being stupid and I didn't catch it- So Thank you so much for letting me know of this error- I've gone ahead and corrected it now.

This poem is about my mom - and I've followed this poem with a post in my blog about her and her blankets for more context - but here I just felt these words come through as I thought about her today and wrapped myself in one of her loved infused blankets.

 

Penny4athought

Submitted by Tom Brown on

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

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Thank you Tom- The way she'd pick her yarn and blend several kinds together always amazed me. She had an artisitc eye for how the blanket would turn out- switching yarns as she went and there wasn't any large knots to be seen where she switched the oolors- I wish I had taken the time to learn more of how she did that.

Penny4athought

Submitted by onemorething on

What a lovely thing and a lovely poem about it. :)

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Thank you onemorething- smiley

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Submitted by Penny4athought on

Lovely cherries to see today- thank yousmiley

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

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

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Yes, I took that picture of a blanket she made for me. Thank you Di_ for leaving such a kind comment strength and gentleness is a perfect definition.  

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Submitted by airyfairy on

This beautiful poem about love, life and memory is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!  Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

I am so touched - I miss her everyday, my dad too, this poem was because she'd been on my mind a lot this week-

Penny4athought

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This is very lovely!

Submitted by Penny4athought on

It's so nice to hear. thank you.

Penny4athought

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

What a loving thoughtful lady your mum was Penny.  Your poem shows that there is good in the world.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Thank you Jenny for your sweet comment. My mom was very kind and cared very much about her family and friends and these blanket's we all have are as beautiful today as when she made them and they truly do keep us warm and when wrapped in them, we're reminded of the love and her.

Penny4athought