Put another log on the fire

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Grandad’s Wool

without notice
it happened
the child stored them

memories of the
good ‘ol days, his
voice recorded …
deep, gruff, and undeniably solid

face memorized …
weathered and kind,
poised to deliver whisker rubs
without a moment’s notice

laugh captured …
treasured resonance, untrammeled

hands held dear …
big, scarred, strong

winter deflected by warm,
sometimes scratchy, always wool
shirts, whose cuffs hint of
hidden long-johns

years later, echo triggered
memories rush … all
threads in the mind’s fabric

wood fires, warm and fragrant
woven to the memory of
wool-covered arms that
stoked the wood-burner

floors creaking over head
entangled with his
laughter over childish antics
in the hand-dug basement while
stoking the wood-burner

the blizzard and the cup
now tightly knit into those
happy, carefree days spent
stoking that wood-burner

those relaxed winter mornings
faithfully stoking the wood-burner
did he know he unwittingly,
methodically lavished
intangible heirlooms
upon this child,

who would one day be
snowbound
secure in the aloneness
wrapped in
memories of Grandad’s Wool

by Linda Jacobson
March 2007

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About Linda Jacobson

Wife, Mom, Grama, and Dreamer! I love all things crafty - sewing, pattern making/designing, quilting, knitting, crocheting, embroidery, digital photography, digital scrapbooking, ... see? I really DO love all things crafty! If I listed ALL the crafty things I've done this list would require an entire page!

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