Crocheting

closed in time
I’m looking in memory
for days spent with father
making
memories on the crochet
I confuse years unravel
hours escaped us
and smiled
I make a warm sweater for dad
for life
once it loses once it arrives
in strong arms of reality
I find the sense of this moment



Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2021-07-12 at 17:40

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a wonderful musing. Beautifully written, Anna.
2021-07-15