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.
❤️. : )
Thank you!
So beautiful! Reminds me of my grandmother 👵
Thank you Sumyanna!