One day I wake and my child is a grown woman with two children of her own. Just standing in the yard chatting is the simplest and yet most splendid thing in these strange times. Family is a work-in-progress, we grow a bright future from the fertile soil of our friendship. So grateful that this woman is part of my female lineage, with her tenacity, intelligence and kindness.
I knitted this poncho for her a few years ago when she said she liked mine. I love that hand-made things become so much more than just an item of clothing – they’re stories we pass down, part of the poetry of our ancestry.
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