Saturday, November 19, 2011

Baby Blanket

The needle weaves in and out-
hours spent crocheting-
until a blanket begins to form.

The yarn is soft and pink
for little girl feet
and sweetness
only this little girl
could have…

She’ll be pink cheeked and petite
like her mother
Quick-witted and charming
like her father
a bundle of joy and delight
after hard times have gone by
The perfect end and beginning
all in one for a year full
of too many withouts.

She’ll be so much to so many
wrapped in her pink blanket
warm and snug
with all the love and hope
I could stitch into one place.

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