New yarn sits splayed across my lap. Endless rows cover my expanding belly.
I hope to recall the stitches from memory.
Mindlessly I weave under and over, tiny kicks rumble my work.
Undoing my mistakes, I am surprised how much I have forgotten, how much I remember.
Stuck at a corner again, I am relieved to see my nurse/crochet instructor return.
They climb to my lap to poke curious fingers at the tangled beginning.
There are intricacies in my pattern, color changes and future dreams.
Pulling the yarn further out, I see the knots forming.
I am almost finished.
Making peace with my attempt, I resign to admire my work. Unraveled and already frayed, imperfectly complete, and woven in vivid colors that chose me.
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Your kids are so cute, letting their creative minds to take over the moment. That poem is just lovely, imperfection is beauty.
Beautiful, and some thought provoking. It’s a good reminder to try and find perfection in the here and now – the incomplete that completes us.
What a stunning piece…. sometimes imperfection is perfection, isn’t it?
The image of the yarn, your insight that you have been chosen? It is so very beautiful.
But this line struck me as well, in terms of its truth regarding becoming a mother again:
” I am surprised how much I have forgotten, how much I remember.”
Yes. That’s exactly it.
You forget so much and then other things come back to you like they never left…
It’s so funny, this post sort of wrote itself as I was attempting to crochet again. I started 3 different posts before giving up and just writing freely and this was what came out. I’m not even sure if I expressed how it felt to try crocheting again after not picking it up since I was in the hospital pregnant but my mind just did the work for me.
This is really amazing! Your words have touched my heart.
Who cares about those imperfections? The most important thing is that we make things for our loved ones with more love than mistakes.
I think it has all been said In the comments above but what a beautiful post!
Beautifully written, Jessica. And love the accompanying photograph as well. Like the yarn in this piece you weave together unforgettable masterpieces.
Such a beautiful poem. every word fell on me like rain and seeped right into my soul. Amazing.
This is a stunning and moving piece. I am in awe of your writing.
Beautiful,
Stunning, heart-full.
(That’s you. Always.)
My work is always unraveled and frayed, imperfectly complete. I could so identify with this.
I read it twice too. Reminded me of a short story I read once about a doula knitting while she was waiting for a baby to come.
Lovely.
Had to read it a second time, it was just beautiful.
I am so thankful for cameras that can catch moments like that so, even though it’s permanently etched in your mind, you can share it with everyone else.
Sometimes I feel bad, always taking pictures instead of being in the moment but I know I will never regret them when they get older.
I absolutely LOVE this!
I don’t know what else to say that others haven’t already said. It was a beautifully written post.
Just beautiful.
I adore your ending – “woven in vivid colors that chose me”.
So perfectly said, my friend. xo
Woven in vivid colours that chose me…sigh…just beautiful.
What a gorgeous way to look at life, to see it in all it’s imperfection nd vivid colors and to know that the patterns come together as they should. This really touched me today…thank you for that! Xoxo
Just lovely! I really like this post!
You’ve captured the imperfection perfectly. Sometimes the most cherished things are the imperfect ones.