The old Woolen blanket

Woven on a loom with shorn wool, carded and spun by calloused hands from working so hard the old woolen blanket that once warmed so many bodies, remained forgotten inside the closet.

Not really sure wat to do with her, but without the courage to get rid of myself, I remembering an elderly woman at an antiques fair, where I get so lost, who looked up and her eyes filled with tears, she confessed that they had been embroidered by her, for hours late into the night, for her son’s layette, but that they had been returned with a message that she had because they were of little use to them, they liked simpler and more modern things. I was speechless and shattered to see the Lady’s pain, but the messaged passed and so there was always the lack of courage to ger rid of small things whose affectivity may be present

Decided, to remove it from the closet, I spent a few days on the sofa until with small pieces of colored wool and without limitations or pre-made schemes she gained a new life.

Now the old woolen blanket, small for today’s beds, does not warm more body’s but it warms my feet and comforts my hea