Held, beheld, beloved
Squishy soft and warm in my fingers
Browsing the shelves
With my hands and my eyes
Until I find the perfect skein
Beheld, beloved, held
Hours, days, weeks
I carry my knitting with me always
Stealing curls of time with my needles
Beloved held beheld
Picot edges frame your face
Your small arms reach out
In woolly sleeves to me
Emptying drawers in an
Empty house
Folded with a lavender sachet
And moth holes
One tiny green memory with a picot edge
Held
Beheld
Beloved
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