Just Plain Foolish

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

For two women who taught me.

Sitting on your couch,
Holding sea shells far from home,
I watch you crochet,
your hands and hook dripping lace
that foams on your lap.

Your children beg you,
"Come to Florida, with us"
But hills are your home,
So you teach me old ways,
hoping memory will live.


In the county home,
Dark, dusty, lonely, sad
I come to visit,
for you have magic hands
that can crochet new worlds

Bright colored cheap yarn
brings sunshine indoors to you,
Making new flowers
I sit on your bed, learning,
your hands guiding mine.

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Blogger Roswila said...

Beautifully woven! The images of sea and then flowers are so evocative.

1/16/2008 10:50 AM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Stunning! Absolutely. 'lace that foams on your lap' is a wonderful visual!

1/16/2008 2:23 PM  
Blogger SandyCarlson said...

What an experience. This is beautiful. I especially like the second stanza.
Writing in Faith

1/16/2008 3:56 PM  
Blogger qualcosa di bello said...

"dripping lace that foams in your lap" such a beautiful metaphor that perfectly weaves the sea & crochet

1/17/2008 4:21 PM  

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