I’m knitting for an angel,
A little white cardigan.
Adding short sparkly threads she’ll adore.
You are sitting beside me
Knitting needle’s length apart
Your thumb never leaving the remote.
Intently watching the screen,
Flipping through channels has stopped:
An off-road pickup speeds through the woods.
Its track a rut in the mud,
The image blurred by action;
Someone’s gotta yank the steering wheel.
I see the little angel,
In her new white cardigan,
Running after her first Easter Eggs.
I set my knitting aside,
And look at you in the eyes.
I see the sparkle: Spring has returned.