Challenge
Weaving
Hit me with some poetry/prose
Weaving
I weave the threads together
Colorful and warm
One atop the other
For the baby newborn
Her tiny pink hands grab at my wrinkled fingers
As she fusses and makes some noise
Her flowery scent still lingers
She’s such a bundle of joy
I hold up the pink sweater
And put it on her to see if its her size
I’m careful not to upset her
Though she only gawps back at me with big starry eyes
It molds to her body
All snug and cosy
I tickle her chubby chin
While her cheeks turn all rosy
I get back to knitting the hat to complete the look
All the while peering into my favorite book
What a wonderful day it is really
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