CayCay Godwin Poet Prose

LOVE IS WOOL

Moma’s hands of comfort and skills ~~ the sweetest I’ve ever known

When small, mom’s loving hands knitted me Barbie’ clothes.
Bro and I were smitten with her puppet-like animal mittens.
My son’s toddler, fire engine sweater is displayed wall posed,
and a bed blanket of varied, unique squares does heart pull.
Wool surrounds me, it hugs and comforts me, love is wool.

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Kim Rodrigues January 16, 2026 at 11:20 AM Wonderful! So cool to have such talents and yours also is exhibited in this lovely poem! Hugs!

Karen Jones January 16, 2026 at 10:07 AM Awwwwe this is endearing and hugs the heart with its warm phrases. I’d love to see a picture. Great poem!

Andrea Dietrich January 8, 2026 at 11:43 AM ahhh, so charming and sweet, Caycay. Sorry I am only seeing it now. I came here to find out why I have not heard from you lately and it looks like you have not posted anything new in over two weeks. I sure hope you are ok. Did you see my emails? Please call me, sweetie.

Joanna Daniel December 29, 2025 at 6:00 AM Yeah, warm and comfy, when hand-woven, filled with nostalgic memories:) lovely poem, CayCay:) I see there's a change in your name... Congratulations on your new life:) happy new year wishes to you and yours:)

Victor Buhagiar December 29, 2025 at 1:56 AM That's why Im always sneezing :) Happy New Year.

James Moore December 27, 2025 at 9:39 AM Something about wool in all its varieties… warm, durable, and lovable, a fiber that holds our lives together, across generations. I gave my 1 yo grandson a small hand knotted Turkmen rug for Christmas this year and the first thing he did was sit crosslegged on it - like it would take him somewhere!

sara Etgen-Baker December 24, 2025 at 3:42 PM aww, so touching....loved it, faving

Sotto Poet December 24, 2025 at 3:05 AM Affection comes in all kinds and sizes, CayCay! It brings a smile to my face just to read your poem, and thanks for the smile. Sending you my very best wishes for a happy holiday season!

Anne Winter December 23, 2025 at 5:05 PM Dearest CayCay, Love has many forms and shapes! Your poem is very heartwarming to read. Happy Holidays! Love, Anne

Paula Goldsmith December 23, 2025 at 9:28 AM What a great write you have here. Love It... Great memories are the best kind to have. Oh yes, wool can hug/comfort. Have a Very Blessed Christmas writing away...........

Valsa George December 23, 2025 at 8:50 AM Woollen clothes on winter nights have the comfort of a mother's hug. On reading this poem, I am reminded of my own mother. Though she never learned tailoring, she used to stitch frocks for me and my younger sister. I sense deep nostalgia in your poem.

David Crandall December 22, 2025 at 9:09 PM Nice - yeah, I guess fabric can bring comfort. Your poem reminds me of my grandmother's things knitted that she called afghans, and they were comfortable in our cold house. She also knitted all kinds of holiday stuff.

Paige Hind December 22, 2025 at 7:58 PM Sweet!! Made me smile. :) Thanks for encouraging me on my last poem- I'm gonna stay <3

Gershon Wolf December 22, 2025 at 7:48 PM Love is wool, and LOVE is MOM. Smiles, gw Gershon Wolf December 23, 2025 at 8:31 PM Jost saw the title of the poem again. Read it as "Love is Woo!" ~ Kat R. Axe