Wordle 37

The Sunday Whirl's new wordle for the new year:
loss * mailbox * shovel * friends
stop * plum * letters * drift
sweaters * wind * stitches * yarn
expected


One Stitch At A Time
Agatha Bloom, age ninety-four,
serenely stitches a sweater,
teacup of Earl Grey at her side.
All day she sits in her armchair.
And knits. And waits. She watches
the world pass by her window, peers as
wind blown snowflakes drift and swirl.
She favors dark-colored yarns, browns
and forest greens. Coiled skeins of deep
plum delicately tangle at her feet.
She sits alone, patiently knitting,
finds it useful to keep busy.
No friends stop to visit, they're all gone,
lost to the casualties of destiny.
She sits in her chair and waits. And knits,
old lady with a lap full of soft purple wool.
Her needles click, resolutely tally
the dwindling seconds of her life.
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one,
steadfast rhythm of her heart.




Process Notes:
Agatha Bloom is a compilation of several ladies I have known, including my eighty-nine year old mother, a devoted knitter!
I did not use four of the words.