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A Spinner's Perspective
 
A family tree of belonging,
generations connected as one,
knitted together in unity
with threads of affection, fine-spun.

Some threads are spun which seem faulty,
bobbin threads simply won't ply;
you tease and you twist them relentlessly,
it still may not work. Who knows why?

A spinner knows it is possible
to gather up obstinate thread,
then ply it into new fibre
and make beautiful fabric instead.

My family ever grows larger
with homeless and lost I've collected,
twisted them into one large skein
and knitted 'til they're all connected.





By cherryk

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