my eye is on the sparrow, lying still
a twisted mass of purple, blue, and gray
how my knuckles calloused how my fingers
split, blood threatening to stain the surface.
white acrylic; machine washable? yes!
working for so long, to be convenient
to produce an article just for you
six-and-a-half feet high, to keep you warm
will you think of me, under your blanket?
consider the hours labored under it?
stifling warmth: material or manmade?
“all for you, a dear friend,” i said as i stitched
no payment deemed necessary, a gift
between friends, your eye only on the whole