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