Every
Tuesday I knit with my “old lady” friends.
We've
been knitting together since I can't remember when.
They
are as old as my mother, some older,
so
that's how I've always identified them.
While
we sit, and visit, and knit,
my
granddaughter
plays
quietly with her toys at the table.
So,
somewhere between when I met them and now,
I
guess, somehow, I joined the crowd.
I
need to rethink that label.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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