Afghans Stitched In Winter

Every winter I can remember

She used to crochet.

She would sit

With the afghan

Draped over her legs,

While she stitched away

Using the partial blanket

To keep her legs warm

In the harsh winter time,

When the drafts blew

Across the living room floor.

Pulling the yarn

From a skein beside her

I would watch

Her fingers fly

With each stitch,

In awe of how

Fast and even

Each stitch would be.

She put love into each blanket,

Stitching from heart to hand

Every winter I can remember.

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