Her Purple Doll

Many years ago after I had been adopted, my birth mother spent many hours crocheting this doll for me, with the hopes that one day she will be able to give it to me. Well that day came. I cherish this doll and think of her each and everyday. One day not long ago I sat down and wrote this trying to capture the love in each stitch from her to me.

 Her Purple Doll

Years apart but still woven in her heart

Each crocheted stitch of purple and white

Looped together day and night

Heartache and hope

Binding their hearts

Never to be unraveled

Years later her music plays no more

But her smile remains unfazed and true

 

He knits us in the womb

Each stitch entwined with purpose

Stitched with his love for us

 

The tears were laced and looped

By the crafters hands

Never ceasing as she prayed

For a reunion that could bring

Forgiveness and healing

 

He knits us in the womb

Each stitch entwined with purpose

Stitched with his love for us

 

She opens the package

And the tears begin to flow

Comfortably spreading salve upon her heart

To know she’s had someone who never gave up on her

She squeezed the purple doll

Sending her embrace through the miles

And having the hope of once again sharing smiles.

Psalm 139: 13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.