To new callouses

It is hard to weave
Silent shuttle
Dusty frame
No source of fiber

No one
Got the know how!

Dry your tears
Those Grandmas still speak

Find the first ones
Learn their lessons

Find those who made it better
Those that know
All the things
To watch
To correct

First go
It’s awkward
Hands clumsy
Light the medicines
Connect to all those layers

Calloused thumbs
Scarred fingers
You are them

A fiber

Weak alone
Together
Entwined
Fit to robe our smallest

A story in every crossing

Each
Warp

Each 

Weft

We need each remembered
Each trier
Each hoper

Even though this really sucks right now
Our story is you.

Pehiw 2022