growing

writing from a prompt: growing

Some of you plant bulbs
or tend spindly seedlings, dreaming of summer bouquets
but me, well,
I grow sweaters.
In my lap, skein by skein,
with two sharp points
and nimble fingers
I turn yarn
into a puddles of softness
growing inch by inch and row by row,
until a full blown sweater
emerges, ready to wrap and delight you
as much as it did me
to create it.