
Cora
SQUARE DANCE

I’ve always watched
the hands of women
as they sat on front porches
knitting and crocheting.
The dance of wool and needle
is a mystery to me.
I’m a lefty and somehow
my hands don’t dance.
But now I’ve got a
good reason to master
the complicated steps—
the Ladies’ League.
The Ladies’ League
is collecting squares.
Six inches by six inches.
Knitted or crocheted.
My square will be
joined to someone else’s.
And ours to yet another’s
until a blanket appears!
A snuggly warm blanket
for a cold and lonely soldier
who dreams of once again
dancing with a girl.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo courtesy Library of Congress. Poster courtesy Smithsonian National Museum of American History.
4 comments:
Great poem, Diane. And I'm learning things I never knew!
Then I've done what I set out to do!
Bravo!
Just terrific.
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