The Shawl

Written by: Broken Wings

I touch the intricate, soft shawl lovingly Recalling, gnarled hands moving delicately O, such sublime patterns, Grandma creating A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting What skill within those hands to crochet A remembrance, a treasure, I keep today Grandma, divine angel, from above watching A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting Above me is an angel, heavenly My muse, my reason for writing really Write is for the word, her words so inspiring A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting I touch the shawl, her treasured thing She took a lonely girl and gave her wings I lift it from it's honored place, gently kissing A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting I caress it each day, as I am passing Pink and soft, as the day of her dying Will always keep it, forever, remembering A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting Rhyme November 27, 2012