her about her knitting.
sitting
on the porch, rocking,
back and forth,
balls of colored yarn
at her feet.
the sun coming up,
going down.
still at it
as the seasons changed.
quietly
knitting, more blankets,
more mittens,
more hats
and scarves.
she'd rather knit than
say what was on
her mind.
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