Two grandmothers,
Each in her own time,
Worked to create
A warm welcome
For beginning life.
With waning
Energy one
Hooked yarn into
Subtle flowers
Her skillful fingers
Knew the way,
But life ended
Before the babe’s
Arrival.
The other received
A complicated
Stack of squares
With a hope that she
Could finish what had
Been started.
Slowly her fingers
Found long forgotten
Patterns and stitched
The hope and love and prayers
Of both women into
This lacy shawl.
– jml (3/2006)
