Under Nana’s sewing desk
a pleasant sunny warmth
filled the arching space
for the seamstress’ knees
where Brownie luxuriated
her ageing bones in its
cheerful healing cosiness.
Until this Christmas giving
season approached when
Nana sat at her sewing
machine creating shopping
bags, dolls’ dresses, t-shirts
and other crafty presents.
Brownie could only wonder
what possessed her this
year – hourts sitting at
that machine, sewing.
she sat hopefully with
her head on Nana’s knee
waiting long hours, yearning
eyes fixed on Nana’s
every move, sighing loudly
….until she finally regained
her cosy warm space.
Previously posted February 2018.
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Ah, a lovely poem Glenys. Poor cat!
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Thank you ! He recovered once the sewing was done.
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I could imagine the scene so well. Well written. How are you?
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Thank you very much. We are all well here and had a good Christmas together.
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