Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXXVI
A Happy Memory. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Weaving Lace
Our memories are fickle things
that time disintegrates;
we're left with snapshots that we string
together, weaving lace.
The tightest loops play back with ease,
releasing dopamine,
evoking whiffs of deli cheese
and meats on Christmas Eve.
The thread, as soft as frosted bulbs
that fade from blue to white,
enfolded carols, laughs, and love-
a symphony of light.
Small stitches caught the bite of clove
and cousins running 'round
a table draped in cigar smoke
as thick as winter clouds.
The bobbins twisted, covered pins
like presents tied in bows-
for everyone a single gift:
a mem'ry spun from gold.
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