Today’s WordPress prompt was “Yarn,” and this poem also loosely applies to the final NaPoWriMo challenge, which was to write about something that happens over and over again. This was inspired by the crocheting project that I just finished today and the way that making the same stitch over and over can turn the yarn into something new.
My mom helped me finish my washcloth this morning,
The one crocheted in variegated blues and greens,
Using a needle to hide the trailing ends of yarn
In the tight weave of the washcloth’s body,
Which I had spent a long time making, creating
Something new, making many little loops,
Which are soft chains. And I would crochet
Every person in the world together too.