Rows of Stitches
I watch the magic happening
As yarn becomes a shawl;
The knitting needles of my aunt
Are at her beck and call.
Her fingers wind the wool around
Without her even thinking
And rows and rows of stitches show
Without her even blinking.
Her expertise is such that
I just really can't compare it,
But best of all is when she's done,
Then I will get to wear it!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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