Zigzag Waffle Afghan
Riffles orange yellow brown
to and fro fro and fro
slowly sagged through
Aunt Virgie’s fingers it fell
to the small black cat and me
to fold our selves into
for napping it gave her hands
something to feel after
Uncle Carl left the house for the
hospital and never came back.
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Powerful..”something to feel after/Uncle Carl left the house for the/hospital and never came back.”
This is a wonderful poem, Vickie. The to and fro captures the essence of a crocheted afghan, and complements the motion in
“it fell
to the small black cat and me”
And the ending is so tender!