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dream weaver

With each knot of crochet
I get one step closer
With each knot
I tie and affirm
my hopes
and aspirations

Many moons from now
When I have returned back
disintegrated
back to the basic elements

Would these hopes and dreams
stay secure and alive?
nestled within these knots?

My future generations
Would they feel the love
the hopes
the dreams
aspirations
yearnings
Being silenty whispered by this blanket

Would they pick up where I left off
and let my story continue?
Would they allow my dreams
to mingle with their dreams

So let me dream
these dreams
that are not restricted to a lifespan
And let me weave them
into this blanket of my dreams
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Sylvia K said…
Beautiful words and thoughts, my friend! It's strange reading a number of post this evening to find this same theme running through so many. Take care and know my thoughts are with you and your family, as always!

Sylvia
February 3, 2010 at 9:01 PM
Lori ann said…
I love poetry! this is lovely, are you really crocheting also? or is it only a metaphor? anyway, it's a pretty, i love the title too.
February 5, 2010 at 8:09 AM
janis said…
Oh so pretty! This will stay with me. thank you!
February 5, 2010 at 9:11 AM
pink dogwood said…
Thanks all.

Lori - yes, I am crocheting - trying to make a blanket, but the progress is slow.
Actually, I was sitting on my favorite chair, crocheting and thinking and these thoughts came into my head. so I put the crochet needle down and grabbed my laptop and wrote down these lines :)
February 5, 2010 at 10:33 AM
Anil P said…
Beautifully articulated.

In the fabric the maker will live on.
February 5, 2010 at 11:51 AM
persianbuttercup said…
awesome,the words are beautifully woven.Future generations will surely hear the wishpering of the blanket with love ,warmth and nostalgia.
February 7, 2010 at 9:48 AM
Rosaria Williams said…
Wow! This is such a beautiful thing to connect a life to a blanket.
February 7, 2010 at 7:34 PM
Bobkat said…
Beautifully expressed :)
February 8, 2010 at 7:15 AM
Snowbrush said…
What a wonderful poem!
February 8, 2010 at 11:33 PM
My Farmhouse Kitchen said…
what beautiful words...just lovely

thanks so much for stopping by Farmhouse today..it's always nice meeting a new friend.... and YES ! Buddy is my poodle...his real name is Butterscotch..but we call him Buddy..he is 14 and blind..but he is the love of our life...

more later,
kary and buddy
February 10, 2010 at 4:02 PM
Deb said…
Thoughtful writing. Thank you for sharing this perspective - it has caused me to pause and reflect on the knitted/crochet pieces which I have received from families and friends. Hope you post pictures when you finish the blanket.
February 11, 2010 at 10:22 AM
ArtPropelled said…
I enjoyed your poem so much. My grandmother, aunts and mother crocheted and for a while so did I. Maybe its time I started again.
February 19, 2010 at 6:52 AM
Nishant said…
Take care and know my thoughts are with you and your family, as always
data entry work from home
March 27, 2010 at 8:33 AM
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