Wicker Basket

Gramma's sewing basket Overflowed with bits of fluff Ribbons from a cardboard roll That weren't quite big enough Buttons in all sizes And colors rolled around If it happened to tip over And spill onto the ground The yarn left from my mittens And scarf and baby glove She knitted on a cold night Entwined with so much love Shiny needles packaged Some filled with tails of thread Blue and green and yellow And several trailed red Tiny beads of crystal Made into a ring Lay there on the bottom On a golden stretchy string Lace wrapped on a wooden spool Soft pink and pale blue Left from making outfits That we too soon outgrew I cherish that wicker basket That Gramma used for mends It's like her life and love goes on And never ever ends ©Neva Loretta Brown