Crocheting for Christmas

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I am crocheting

gifts for Christmas

and as I crochet

I remember

the grandmother

who taught me to

crochet flowers

somewhere

locked away in a bin

is the bedspread she made me

crocheted by hand

made with love

all the more special

because I understood the WORK

she put into it

and somewhere a pillow

made by my own hand

to match

but more

the gift...

the GIFT

of not only a skill I could master

but a talent I could cherish

and for you, grandma

I am grateful

then I also remember

the other grandmother

my nanny

who always made us

socks and mittens

for Christmas

even while the arthritis

in her hands

made it difficult

and before she had to stop

she would knit

and I never could figure out how

to knit

but my mother knows

 I am struck

by the passage of time

and the loss 

of so much

and I wish

that my daughter

wanted to learn

to crochet

but maybe

just maybe

I will be the grandma

who teaches her own

grand daughter

to crochet flowers

or toys

or something else

I HOPE