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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