Life's Interwoven Tapestry

*Written for my Granny---the keeper of memories

Small soft sensations,
felt through vibrations of sound,
reverberations of words
tantalizing the tongue,
dripping forth to tell of memories past.
Snippets of self,
preserved in pictures,
snaps of yesteryear,
framed faces of family
telling so much in a smile.

"Click, click" go the needles,
knit one, purl two, knit one, purl two.
Beauty emerges in interwoven wool.
A smile with dentured teeth,
gleans the knowledge of years,
times of toil and pain.
Knit one, purl two, knit one, purl two.
More photos turned through,
decades pass between pages,
faded photos, familiar faces.

The keeper of memories,
losing her mental camera.
No longer sharp are the images,
in her mind's eye.
Fuzzy and smudged are the edges
of her internal photographs.
Time is stealing her sight.
So many memories becoming dimmer,
Sadness found in blurry
Glaucoma covered eyes.

Eyes that were once
as sharp as her mind,
now, covered and closing in her world.
Tears adorn the corners of her creased face
and arthritis stifles her fingers
forever dancing through each stitch.
The slow interwoven wool forms
into her creation,
becoming her life's tapestry
with each stitch.
"Click, click" go the needles,
knit one, purl two, knit one, purl two.