The Yarn
The yarn slips through fingers
gracefully, gratefully,
unformed realities arrive
and meld with each twist.
Minds remember hearts
grandmothers teach grand children
life from the start.
Crochet hooks and yarn
make squares , building blocks
for blankets and pot holder.
Building blocks of life.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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