The needle weaves in and out -

hours spent crocheting -

until a blanket begins to form.

The yarn is soft and pink

for little girl feet

hands

fingers

toes

and sweetness

only this little girl

could have …

She’ll be pink cheeked and petite

like her mother

Quick-witted and charming

like her father

a bundle of joy and delight

after hard times have gone by.

The perfect end and beginning

all in one for a year full

of too many withouts.

She’ll be so much to so many

wrapped in her pink blanket

warm and snug

with all the love and hope

I could stitch into one place.

— Tara Goodyear lives in Ferndale