Poetry

Dreams and Knitted Knots

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

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