My sister and my mother
With flashing needles paired,
Have learned the art of knitting
And gift us with their wares.

Their talent, I admire.
Yet I wield a different form.
With wooden loom, soft spun yarn,
And emotion driven pattern,
My weavings are then born.

I gift you with this sweater
Wrapped around my papered words.
The sweater can be held and felt
Though my voice cannot be heard.

I know you have a style
And southwestern it is not.
Southwestern though will bring you
All that you forgot.

The South is the home
Of my joyous child within.
The one who finds the humor
When life gets hard and grim.

The West is the home
Of mother bear’s dark cave.
The grandest place in psyche
To emotionally sift, sort, and save.

The colors of this sweater
You may not like so much.
Though the softness and the warmth, my dear,
Will remind you of my touch.

The size I've made too big for you.
This was done intentionally.
So when you're wrapped within it,
You’ll feel a hug from me.

Soft texture, yet enduring strength
are gifted within it's form.
When I cannot be there,
You'll still feel safe and warm.

Much love and snuggles,
me!

Borrowing this warmth of woven love for a bit,,

Simply priceless

Borrow hell, darlin, you are one of those on my mind when I wrote this........

lol... Awwwwwwwwwww Shiittttt you always seem to know just when I need
you the most,,,

May I borrow that sweater to go with my log fire and mulled wine ?

Oh to be wrapped in such warmth-great write

This sweater I have been wrapped in since the day we crossed paths, a beautiful sweater in which I revel in

Ach, you rotten lovable woman - you bring tears to my eyes, a lump to my throat, and a sh'''it eating grin to my entire being - yes, indeed, the feeling is so very mutual!

Such a delightful avatar for our lovely MissBonnyMiss. For you, my honey, I would set to work on a blanket that duals as a hammock to rock and snuggle you as you do so many of us.

You are, my lovely, you are!!!!!

Hammock heaven................Fantastic!!

Many roads has this sweater adventured, yet tailored just for each of those you dare to share your care with. Simply yet complicatedly beautiful.

'Soft texture, yet enduring strength
are gifted within it's form.
When I cannot be there,
You'll still feel safe and warm.'

What a warm and comforting stanza

May I be the Warp to your Weft, sweet one?

down in the 30's tonight...where is my comforter

mmmm feeling the comfort of that warm hugging sweater ...

Of course, your sense of humor is a little warped and seriously, you have grounded the pattern of my thoughts many times.

Thanks, Ms. Wiz.

Oh Good gracious kace, how tall are you again?

Faded, put that telescope away, you see too much of my mushiness as it is.

An amazing talent to be able to weave!

Love the analogies in this write.....soothing