Dreams and Knitted Knots
I look at you and remember when I couldn’t wait to place my hands upon your keys,
notes drifting and blending in,
a song played for mice or men.
I look at you and remember when I raised my voice,
sang words that spoke to my own heart,
fulfilled my need to be a part.
I look at you and remember when I longed to tend,
tame your growth, help you bloom with petals most.
I look at you and remember when my fingers flew with needle and thread,
a quilt just waiting for a bed.
I look at you and see a box,
full of dreams and knitted knots.
In the corner, just over there, are clips and clasps still unaware — makings littered everywhere.
I look at me, see talents there — slightly rusty — still in my care.
Andrea – Tumbling Jumbles