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Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Yarn, a Poem



Blogging in Alphabetical Order brings us to the letter Y today.  My last post with the letter Y is about Yarn.  So obvious that is with it's connections to what we do.  If you've not read the post, or would like to remember it, please do take time to click on the word Yarn above to read it.

Yarn is still the word I'm using for the letter Y, it's just so appropriate.

Some time back my SIL, Jan and a friend, Kathy wrote this poem as a writing exercise for me...for us, about what we do here on Bridge and Beyond.   I thought I'd share it with you all here as it seems to be fitting.

The rhythm of the hook
as it moves the yarn around
Calls to me in whispers
a sweet familiar sound.

My hand moves almost dreamlike
without a thought or care
As I fashion something new
for someone cold to wear.

Perhaps a scarf or cap
Maybe a blanket too
With each and every stitch
I think of more to do

So when the cold winds blow
and when the snow falls down
My yarn helps me to remember
Forgotten people all around.

I am the one who’s blessed
As my warm hands stitch away
I pray the rhythm of my hook
Will help someone in some small way.


copy righted @ sandy June 2009

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8 comments:

  1. Love the poem. So appropriate for Bridge & Beyond!

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    1. I completely agree with you Lisa. Thanks for visiting and commenting, hope to see you here more often.

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  2. I love the poem also! So very true.

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    1. It makes me smile Sue, many thanks for your wonderful support.

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  3. Yarn is an anti anxiety to me. I feel better just having it in my hands

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    1. I know what you mean. Touching it, squeezing it does something to us inside. It was a great release to me when my Mom was dying. I sat beside her hospital bed many hours and knitting...just having the yarn and the making something made me feel better.

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  4. I missed this when it was first posted. I love the poem. So appropriate for this and many other efforts. Nice job! Thanks for sharing it.

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    1. Totally agree with you Sandie. Thanks for swinging by.

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