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| The Knitting Girl by Bouguereau, 1869. See more of his work at
the link below the poem.
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so much more than to drive to the store and buy one
even if it was made in the good ole U.S. of A.,
machine perfect, gift-boxed, one more name
crossed off the list, cha ching.
Store-bought's the thing at times, but handmade's better.
Love, unseen element that hits you right there, gets to you.
My sister gives love like that, bits of her heart
pulled onto hands or legs, serpentined warmth
around the neck, perched atop a head. Knit
one, purl two, never quite got the hang of it.
Straight shot, okay, a scarf, that I can handle, even knot
some fringe at the ends. It does the job,
but won't win any prizes. Like cook to chef, painter to artist,
I know how to knit. My sister creates.
https://www.artsy.net/artist/william-adolphe-bouguereau
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2012
In honor of her becoming a follower of this blog, and just because I love her so much!
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