Mittens

(In rememberance of my mother who knit mittens and other items for all her family and friends.)

 

Mittens

My mother’s fingers flew as she knit,

Contentment, wrapped up in each new mitt.

She used  colorful scraps of yarn for each new row

Each one resembled a translucent rainbow.

We could always find a vibrant pair
Our small hands were never bare.

She knitted love into those multi-coloured mittens.

Each loop of the yarn contained a prayer unwritten.
Sealed with her love for her children's protection.

by Dee Edgett/2010