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…
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...