Abstract

Through windowpanes the filtered winter lightPassing over a basket’s rumpled yarnCovers a mother’s radiant bent faceWhose cheek and chin rest on her daughter’s head. The young girl holds in small soft awkward handsLong knitting needles glinting in the threadsLooped round a knuckle, woven, then pulled tight,Part of a garment shadowed in her lap. With palms grown rough in mastering her craftThe mother, from behind, now clasps and guidesHer daughter’s pale pink fingers through their task,Both br...