Cuddle

Long ago, I knit an afghan of mohair and silk

Redder than red

For my mother

A womb of a hug for all the hugs she had given me

Now she is gone,

But the cycle of hugs remains.

……….

Today

a little white dog cuddled up in my lap,

Connecting cuddles across years

As she is hugged by yarns and stories of long ago.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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