Woman, my friend, where are you?
I’ve searched and double checked
Thinking of the cross stitching
Your needle made to keep my
Hands frost free in the Midwest
Many winters ago when you
Wrote me letters about your son
John and his violin lessons
To keep me company along
With the red and white mittens
Knit especially with love
Warmly embracing me, now I vaguely float
With tepid melancholy around the Internet
Thinking of you, appreciating your gifts
More than ever.
© by Persephone Abbott.
Used with the author’s permission.