Monday, 23 June 2014

This time the ode is my own

ode to ma

woke up with outstretched
forearms hands pointing away
thumbs tucked along fore

fingers muscles taut
the word ‘skein’ in my head though
it should have been ‘hank’

but ‘skein’ is what ma
asked me to hold while she wound
garn into a ball

dip left wrist and up
dip right wrist and up while ma
winds the empty wool

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