Grandma's New Shawl
Grandma shivers,
and to warm her, I wrap
an old faded shawl
around her frail frame.
A shawl she had hand woven
many years ago.
I hold her, and while she sleeps,
she touches the worn threads.
Her fingers move over the old design,
of two faded red roses.
Her eyes are closed.
Perhaps, my Grandma's dreams
are somewhere in the past,
reviewing all her life's weavings.
Suddenly Grandma's eyes open.
She reaches out as her hands
tremble over the old shawl.
Her fingers seem to be tracing
a new design over the faded roses,
as if an intrinsically beautiful pattern
is being revealed to her.
Now I understand!
Grandma is weaving a new shawl!
Eagerly she leans forward.
I watch her pick up one old loose thread,
and firmly tie it to the new.
Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014
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