Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Never Done

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My mother stuck a pink crochet hook
Into a roll of green and yellow yarn.
She wrapped the tidy wool spiral in the
Soon-to-be blanket that grew from it and
Put the incomplete bundle in a tote bag.
It only needed another hour's work.
But she died. Twenty-two weeks before
My son was born. The tote bag is brown
With red and orange flowers. It sits, beside
Other bags and her day planner, in a
Dark corner of my cold garage, the crochet
Hook entombed within a tangle of pastel spaghetti.
I cannot finish her work.


Wendy Levine DeVito lives in Hartsdale, New York, with her husband, Michael, and her children, Josie and Evan. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Mom Egg, The Ampersand Review, and Poetica. She teaches English.


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