BABY HATS
Mom is four score and seven years worn
Seen her children’s children’s children born
Her body is agile, her eyes eagle sharp
She sits and knits daily, small gifts from the heart
Tiny, brimmed pink and blue hats to be worn
By a bevy of babies who’ve just been born
Tick..tick, click..click
Second hand moves, arthritic hands stitch
Once a month she drops off her donations
Baby hats for the next generation
© 2016 Mindy Gars Dolandis. All rights reserved.
Kenn Nesbitt has challenged us to write poems for our mothers this month. Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our October 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, October 28th, and one lucky participant will win an autographed copy of Kenn's delightful new anthology, forthcoming from Little, Brown Books for Young Readers on November 1, 2016:
Such a sweet poem, Mindy. Such a sweet mom, too!
ReplyDeleteI love how the age is shared without saying the actual number. And how sweet to have those hats.
ReplyDeleteSwoon...nothing sweeter than babies (in) hats except maybe the thought of a sweet woman knitting them. Love this poem. =)
ReplyDeleteIsn't that lovely -- how sweet and patient of this great-grandmother. Thanks for the poem.
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