Poems:   Winter Moments | Full Moon Promise | Mother's Nature | The Field | Living on the Borderline | Those Days | In Their Shadow 

Fabrication 

Into and out we weave

Each with a stitch unique

Weaving, braiding, knotting

                                                               Seeking binds, and tighter bonds,           to each

                                                            Yet different each, so as to remember         from each

                                                          Whose soul and love and touch did close          that loop

                                                         To not forget, though stitched, that we,            as nature

                                                        Seek freedom once deeply set, as strands of wool in the

                                                         Sweater, have no future but to begin     the separation

                                                           From cloth once whole, into memories, so sweet

                                                            And warm, like grandma’s first cap, and

                                                             Mitten, with our own sweater, we were

                                                              Once... so smitten. © Jefferson Rowland

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 Poems:  Winter Moments | Full Moon Promise | Mother's Nature | The Field | Living on the Borderline | Those Days | In Their Shadow