With these hands
I create
I comfort,
I relate
These hands provide
All that I need
Translate my vision of fibre freed
With these hands I
hold your hand
And teach so you will understand
Another generation picks up the needles
The yarns are wound
And told
And so you will continue
When my generations old
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
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