Working The Skein

She sat next to her mom on the couch.  Her mom was crocheting an afghan and she was holding the skein of yarn, pulling more out when needed.  She liked to “help” her mom crochet.  She could get underneath the afghan as it grew longer and make silly patterns with the yarn as she pulled it out.  But she had to be careful not to get it tangled up, mom did not like that.

That memory was crystal clear this cold winter night.  Sharon was missing the warmth of the afghan but not as much as she missed her mom.

(100 words)

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – yarn

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.