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On tiptoes I reach for a scarf And mittens come tumbling down Long forgotten Knitted for my small hands -- I smile, Remembering the first time I pulled them on As if the yarn was moonlight Sending its secret code to me, The answer, And my fingers hummed their gratitude -- They are perfectly two and blue Soft as bird's down Carrying humble memories in a life's broad expanse Yet they are nonetheless Magnificent --
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
On tiptoes
On tiptoes I reach for a scarf And mittens come tumbling down Long forgotten Knitted for my small hands -- I smile, Remembering the first time I pulled them on As if the yarn was moonlight Sending its secret code to me, The answer, And my fingers hummed their gratitude -- They are perfectly two and blue Soft as bird's down Carrying humble memories in a life's broad expanse Yet they are nonetheless Magnificent --
The enormity of life sits behind everything, big and small. . . .
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SLachina
F/Cleveland
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
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