More than one hundred times
she gifted, with miles of stitches
in pleasing varied hues,
those she wanted to bless
with crocheted warmth
of her caring.
As long as she could see,
busy hands and
nimble fingers
controlled threads through
familiar patterns, which
seemed to take shape
magically.
Now she is gone, yet the
soft touch of her talent, and
generosity of her gifts
still envelop and inspire, with
intricate afghan embrace
of her great love.
