yarn of life,
she weaves through her old frail hands,
one day be made into a cardigan
or may be a woolen cap of a young boy’s wonder,
she remains behind the scene,
yarn slipping through her hands,
she is happiness,
she is love,
she is struggle,
she is survival,
she is the artisan,
she sits in a reverie,
her eyes focused,
as she sutures the yarn of life,
in her old frail hands.
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