Warp And Weft

Girls play games of singing, chanting,
Spinning wheel and weaving clothes,
Knitting, stitching, clapping, dancing,
Call her name, and out she goes.

Counting out aloud to skipping,
In a circle, round and round,
Make an arch and all go under,
Hopscotch chalkmarks on the ground.

Later, she will be a woman,
Wax and wane of Moon will know,
Count the months to have a baby,
Knit a blanket soft as snow.

All these rhythms, learned and practised,
Warp and weft of daily life,
Teach her how to be a mother,
Teach her how to be a wife.

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