Afghan: Laurian

You crocheted sixty-three squares

of unrepeating loving.

Soft gray yarn stretched, sprang right back

after misunderstanding.

Patterns of popcorn, shells, leaves

led my fingers to one heart

woven from the warp of pain.

Your cozy gift bridged my holes

of loss with gray woofs of joy.

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