Yarn

She kept yarning stories

one after another,

so her son

could know his father.

He whom he never met,

was alive in his

mind like no other.

The bruises black

and blue,

the man had given her,

remained in her memories

and tears that wet her.

As she looped

her yarn in one another

she let her son

believe in the goodness

so he can be the man

she had never.

via Daily Prompt: Yarn

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