Friday, November 21, 2008

Grandma's Arms

She knitted this as a wedding gift to my parents.

            Hand crafted made stitch by stitch, over fifty years ago.


As a boy it warmed me when sick or cold from winter's play.

            Time passes and a boy I am not.


But this afghan, this work of art still warms me.

            In heart as well as body;


As if Great Grandma opens her arms to me.

            The afghan wrapped all around.


And the chill is gone....


K.J.K. 1-29-96




Sunday, November 9, 2008


"Ain't No Mountain High Enough" plays on the Muzak.
            All are gathered 'round table of family.

He Smiles to Daddy's play;
Bouncing up and down - giddy up, horsey!

Only to break free and run;
Mother in chase.

Then caught up in her arms and brought back to table.
            Ready to run again like some kind of cycle.

A game, really;
            Day, night, day.

For they, too, will repeat.
            Life goes on and we grow.
Like Noah after the flood.
            God's promise to us all...

K.J.K. 11-09-08