Stitches of Me
With every loop my needle makes
I think of days to come
When you will know the love it takes
To make things just from Mom
I think of days to come
When you will know the love it takes
To make things just from Mom
My hobby calms me
It fills my time
It's a simple thanks
To you, for being mine
I hope someday when it is cold
and I am long gone
You wrap your babies in the fold
Of blankets made from Mom
Published by Linda Riggs
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17 Comments
Post a CommentA wonderful poem with vibrant rhythm.
A stitch in time...I hope you frame this lovely poem! :)
Nicely stitched!
Beautiful & powerful!
Beautiful :)
Lovely and sweet poem! :-)
Awwwww!
I'm sharing a link to your poem with by BFF, a grand dame of afghan making :-)
Love the way this speaks about family heirlooms, including homemade blankets, knitted by Mom.
How beautiful!! :)