My husband and I became grandparents this week! My son and his wife welcomed their daughter, Hazel, to the world on Wednesday afternoon. It’s been an incredible journey, and I can’t quite believe it’s real. I’ve spent most of the past 48 hours staring at the pictures they’ve sent. (Thank goodness for that miracle!) She arrived a week ahead of schedule, so I was still knitting a hat for her. As I finished the final stitches, the shape of the crown set words whirling through my head. This draft is the result of a very happy, but very tired mind.
A Hat for Hazel
On the night you were born,
I knit you a hat.
At the top, stitches disappeared,
spiraling into a singularity:
A galaxy of wool.
Outside, a billion stars whirled
overhead, glittering in celebration.
You stretched ten perfect fingers,
tipped with spiraling whorls
high above your head,
beginning your dance with the world.
Draft © 2020 Catherine Flynn
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