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Purled Legacy (Revised)

Knit, gnarled fingers, until broken shards of sunset fade
Join day
With night
Purl two together, pull through loop.

Stitch tight evening’s cool breeze silk
Amid
Roses upon rows of faith’s red yarn.

Kiss light the lips of morn’s moist face
Grandson duels with death’s embrace.

Pray, gnarled fingers, until scattered stains of sunrise stray
Join day
With night
Purl two together, pull through loop.

Stitch tight soul’s fabric freshest scent
Amid
Roses upon rows of faith’s red yarn.

Kiss light the lips of morn’s moist face
Grandson reaches for beckoned grace.

Knit, clasped fingers, until hostile storms of panzer’s calm
Pray day
And night
Purl two together, pull through loop.

Stitch tight far stars you cannot see
Amid
Roses upon rows of faith’s red yarn.

Kiss light the lips of morn’s moist face
Grandson’s warm
In your gnarled embrace.

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6 thoughts on “Purled Legacy (Revised)

  1. What a wonderful picture. I wonder how old she really was. My own sprightly 90 year old mother is still knitting (with gnarled fingers too). The lady in the picture looks as though she understood how therapeutic it was.

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