The Knitter

Black and warm with a burst of rose pink,

a comfort in the cold dawn,

the work of your deft hands.

They flew unerringly,

needles darting and soaring,

you knit us together,

as if we were woolen strands.

But now your hands are still,

your energy and creative spirit gone.

Who will keep us from unravelling?

Rebecca Stewart copyright 2000

Mom, died 20 years ago after a tragic accident.
She had been a resourceful, intelligent, creative person who expended her energy to make sure things worked to everyone's advantage whether at home, or at school in her role as teacher, counsellor, or confidante.
What has kept us from unravelling? 
Her example of faith continues to guide us and her enthusiasm for life, for family, and for learning gave us a pattern to emulate.