Her Life Had a Lot To Tell Her

That was the day for the members, to gather in a room in the local library The knitting club has one weekly day, past noontime to the evening session That was the usual day for them to join together with their knitting tools Round the clock, they all meet and greet one another, and knit together. Her friend found her in her spot, she was knitting with a soft whitish wool Moments of knitted patterns of a softer white, with whitish grids, formed Her friend noticed her busy hands, those knitting with swiftness, much care She did find a delicate pattern of networks, there, created one after another. She greeted the friend, as her friend will be joining the club for the first time And she showed her a beautiful sweater. “It is seventeen years old.” She said. The new member took the handmade sweater, she touched that delicate piece “Seventeen years, too long a time!” She smiled. She could feel the oldness. On that very moment, she was thinking about something else, simultaneously A flashy moment about life along seventeen years, along with past and present A span of seventeen years, in happy and sad moments, she could almost sense That her life had a lot to tell her, while looking back at those pearls of moments.