Homespun Poem by Charlotte Ballard

I look down the shadows of days
And wish for a way to open the
lock of time so I could remake
my stitches, and see what else
Could be done.

I wish I could unravel the knots
In the yarn of my days, twisted
by jealous cats and wrong
Choices dipped in cinnamon and wine.
I can never wind it up in a neat
stein round twice and doubled up
Just so, say it so.

I don’t ever want to know
the answer, not now,
when my life has been knitted
Over, and the knots tucked under
The design perfect, unique
homespun, crafted by
The Creator, knitted with
Love.