Wednesday, December 15, 2010

How A Lifetime Is Measured

Today's post, a tribute to Kathleen Ann's mother-in-law and all the women like her--who with their gentle generosity cast a lasting spell.

How A Lifetime Is Measured
Her pace is slow
She shuffles across the floor
Hand-knit slippers dust the boards with every slide
Snug in her armchair she savours yesteryear as she would homemade cherry pie

Sit a spell, witness her transformation
Her aged hands reach for her wands
Two metal sticks to conjure
Yarn dances merrily: it is under her spell
Shape shifting to your amazement

She knits away the years
Memories loop together revealing a young mother cherishing her wee babe.
A layette knit in baby blue
Now she knits in khaki green as her Johnnie straight and tall marches off to war
Tears combine with prayers to bring her beloved home
Watch closely, as years drop as stitches, returning youth
her novice hands become clumsy
We are witnessing the sorcerer apprenticing her craft
Stitches executed under the watchful eye of her guide--her own grandmother
"Spin me a yarn," the once young girl begs and secrets are shared

Stitches, rows, skeins--her life is measured in these


Kathleen Ann Gallagher's Place to Reflect said...

Leanne, this is the best gift I could ever receive. I will treasure this poem always. It is absolutely beautiful!

Leanne Dyck said...

Thank you so much, Kathleen, for your kind words.