Red, orange, yellow, purple, blue and green;
The colors flow smoothly from her fingers
A rainbow of yarn like I’ve never seen
So absorbed in her I stop and linger
With every twist of her agile wrist
I watch intently as the afghan grows
Without looking, she creates every stitch
Then carefully crochets them into rows
The weight of it on her is comforting
Its warmth blocks out the chilly winter air
Still I can’t keep myself from wondering
Will it soon be too much for her to bear?
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Almost Meaningful
Jerry Brotherton 
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You’ve written a lovely poem, Jerry, with a devastating last line.
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Thank you. If she could not crochet, it would be devastating.
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The latent deep meaning is beautiful
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Thanks so much for the kind words.
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This brings back memories of sitting watching my Nan knitting as a child Jerry. It was like watching a magician pulling rabbits from a hat. Kept you transfixed for hours.
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So true. My mother used to make rugs and my wife prefers baby blankets. She gives them to the hospital and donates them for charity auctions. It would be a terrible thing if she could no longer do it.
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A sensitive observance of a life-time acquired skill. Perhaps a dying art sympathetically presented in your verse, Jerry.
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Thanks Roland. My 15 year old granddaughter has requested that wife teach her the art. Perhaps it will carry on for one more generation after all.
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I like the flow and the story in this. The last line stopped me.
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Thanks, your kind words are appreciated.
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My pleasure 😊
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Beautiful and poignant.
As we age we can’t always continue those sports or hobbies that once occupied our heart, body, and mind. So, thank God for memories! :-)
(((HUGS)))
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Yes, my mother struggled with arthritis and she still crocheted. To see my wife sitting in a chair without yarn in her hand is unnatural. Now my oldest granddaughter wants to learn the art.
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I’m so glad your oldest granddaughter wants to learn! I have a daughter and a DIL who love to knit and crochet. :-)
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Yes, it’s beautiful to watch, and comforting.
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Very true. My wife creates beautiful baby blankets that she donates to the hospitals.
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She does very well!
I tried to learn how to knit, but alas…
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