One cold winter night at a shelter, a worker gave a troubled man a pair of Donna's socks. As soon as he saw the pattern, tears filled his eyes. His mother always knit him socks in that particular pattern in that special shade of grey.
The knitting needles followed their well-worn path, row after row. Donna knew the pattern by heart: ribbing at the top, cables down the leg and over the top of the foot. She used the same grey yarn for every pair. She spent countless hours knitting the socks and donated them to various homeless shelters.
One cold winter night at a shelter, a worker gave a troubled man a pair of Donna's socks. As soon as he saw the pattern, tears filled his eyes. His mother always knit him socks in that particular pattern in that special shade of grey.
Sivan Pillai
19/3/2021 02:10:25 pm
a sentimental story beautifully narrated, Jennifer.
Krystyna
19/3/2021 03:15:03 pm
A touching scene vividly pictured, as if I was there to see your story unfold. Excellent writing, Jennifer.
Swapan k Banerjee
19/3/2021 04:08:14 pm
Picture perfect and soul-stirring, Jennifer.
Sue Clayton
20/3/2021 01:36:28 am
Tears filled my eyes. Was she his mother, I wonder.
Padmini Krishnan
20/3/2021 02:41:44 am
Perhaps the mother was hoping that the socks will find her son someday? A very moving tale.
Jennifer Duncan
20/3/2021 11:51:03 am
People on the street come from many different backgrounds. Most have mental health illnesses which haven't been adequately treated. They are sons, daughters, fathers, mothers. Thank you for you kind comments.
Mary Wallace
20/3/2021 02:28:59 pm
Jennifer, this was really touching. Very well done.
Candace Arthuria Williams
21/3/2021 08:00:20 pm
Yes, Padmini. I'm hoping for a reconciliation, too. Powerful story, Jennifer.
Susan Reid
25/3/2021 10:22:02 pm
Jennifer, Comments are closed.
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