my mother’s needles
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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
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Elisabeth Bee 
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