Each purl stitch was interlaced
with love from the touch
of her gentle hands.
She, the teacher,
me, the student,
as our bodies
sank into the big sofa
checkered in a
seventy’s palette.
For a new teen,
my love for her
went unmeasured.
Now, fully immersed
in motherhood
after three decades,
the mom role is
clear as plate glass,
how heart and mind
require flexibility,
the juggling
of many hats.
Her wisdom mingles
with my thoughts
so often that I whisper,
“I get it, Mom.”
Teardrops of love
struggle for freedom,
grief clutches at my heart.
Autumn browns, reds,
yellows, and oranges
from that afghan
warmed memories
over the years,
but at some point,
my novice knitwork
must have slipped a stitch
because those warm shades
unraveled through the seasons,
crafting a hole in the center
that mirrors the chasm in my heart
from missing her.
Lauren Scott (c) 💗
Baydreamer ~ Lauren Scott 
Wow….this is a good one! I look forward to discussing it with you. I remember you mentioning the afghan. xoxo Sharon
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Thanks, Sharon! I’m glad you liked this one. 🙂 ❤️
HI Lauren, this really is such a beautiful poem. My mother knits a lot. For Mother’s Day she gave me a scarf and beanie for when we go to the UK in December. They are both cabled and I know she struggled to make them.
Thanks so much, Robbie. That’s wonderful of your mom knitting you a scarf and beanie. Very special. My mom passed away ten years ago, but I remember she could knit or sew anything. I didn’t get those genes, but I did get the baking from her. 💞
I don’t knit either.
A beautiful tribute to your mom, Lauren.
Thanks very much, John.
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Wonderful. Reminds me of all the afghans my mother had in our home when I was a child.
Thanks, Andrew. I’m glad my poem evoked wonderful memories for you. This is one for me, but there are many memories since my mom passed ten years ago.
This is so moving, my dear Lauren… woven with love and ah, that chasm.
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Thanks, my friend. One special memory, but there are many. She passed away a decade ago, but it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. ❤️❤️❤️
Very special and yes… but she’s always in your heart. ❤💗❤
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Deeply beautiful and moving.
Thanks so much, Nico. I appreciate your wonderful words.
Beautiful poem and lovely metaphor about the hole left in your heart.
Thank you, Janis. It doesn’t feel like she passed away ten years ago, but there are so many wonderful memories like this one. 💞
A tradition passed on and precious memories. Lovely.
Thanks very much, Ian, for your lovely comment.
Lauren, this is gorgeous. What a beautiful metaphor (and reality) and a beautiful tribute to your mom. I loved this. It went straight to the heart. ❤
Thanks for your lovely words, Diana. These memories are still so vivid, even after ten years since she passed away. ❤️
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Thanks so much, John!
You are very graciously welcome so much, Lauren.
Just beautiful Lauren!
I know how you feel. I have 3 Afgans. My mom made 2. One of my sisters made the other.
They are at least 30 years old. That Phentex lasts forever.
It’s a bit of a tug of war with the cats for the blankies. Also my mom made me a rag doll so long ago, I can’t remember. My cat Jeep has been sleeping with that for about 10 years now.
Sending Hugs!!!!!
Thanks, Resa, and I loved reading about your special afghans. I guess mine wasn’t made with Phentex. 🙂 I can just imagine those cats vying for the blankets. Aww, the rag doll that your cat finds comfort in. Precious! Hugs to you, too! 💞
💞💞xo
I really liked that one. A nice analogy, too.
Thanks, Binky. I appreciate your kind words.
A wonderful and beautiful tribute to your mother, Lauren. A lovely post.
Thanks so much, Kamal. I appreciate your lovely words. This is one of the many special memories I have of my mom. She passed away ten years ago, and Dad passed five years ago. Anyway, thank you again. 💞
Always welcome dear Lauren. My mom and dad too are not there from many years too. This is life 💞💞
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A beautiful telling of family love through an afghan.. ❤
Thanks for your lovely words, Debby. ❤️