my mother’s needles
hold memories
her
now two years passed on
i learn to purl
under over
knit purl
i move these knots
casting on and off in patterns newly understood
imagined
staying up late
stitching
fabricating
inheriting yarns
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Playful … tender … lovely.
And I get to twist yarn with a pair of her needles and think of my mom and me. Thanks for reading.
EB