micro knitting is all I can manage for now;

my arms still full with baby, though

he is almost one.

he is not yet done;

he hasn't quite had his fill of me.


so, it is small things I make...


today, from

this nothing,

this ball of potential,

this no thing yet,

comes the hope of heat.


as bottle caps, these tiny hats

warm the cockles in houses and flats

of the olders.


it is lovely to help -

just making one (or two) in a million;

life is happening here.


and, as for the book - 

well, as I look through vignettes and verse,

in this space I immerse

myself as the mystery and magic

of mankind unfolds;

and the seldom heard truth is told

of how life is

and what it means to Be.


Joining with Ginny today for Yarn Along...

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