I kept them for years those fingerless stripy gloves a last little link with my mother who was a diva with the needles the yellow strands of wool joining us together in a beautifully knitted chain although she is long gone from this world, I found comfort in them once again today although many years have passed and I noticed her hands coming out of my sleeves
This is a personal one- how we turn into our parents. The gloves were her final pair before illness robbed her of everything.