Hand Made Things
Hand Made Things
Small things made my ready hands, giving of themselves and their time.
Time; their very lives, a measured existence between birth, life and death.
Forever; He is with you, He is with me, blessings on your house, and family.
My Aunt taught me to knit and crochet.
I can make a dishrag. (I am not bragging.)
I wish that I had paid more attention. I was young, she was strict.
My hands, did not comply.
At church, some weeks ago… I found the ladies.
They knit and crochet, and can and make lovely things from nothing.
God has given me a second chance. I am thankful.
Knitted outfits on pretty dolls,
showing the next generation what it was and is to be,
a wife, a mom, a mother, a sister, an aunt, a grandma, and…
above all a friend.
Daughters of the King,
singing, dancing and laughing together,
about their daily lives.
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