Poetry Month – April 2

Today, from the box, comes a prayer shawl. Actually, a grief shawl. My dear friend Anne told the women in her church that my mother had died and they created (Knit? Crocheted?) this shawl.

Prayer Shawl

The church ladies did not know
My mother loved pink
They knew she died
They knew I was a daughter without
They knew a shawl
Warmed lonely shoulders
Felt like arms wrapped around
Reminded me
I wasn’t alone
But they didn’t know
she loved pink.

Prayer Shawl