C Hummel Kornell, Artist, Photographer and Writer: Socks...

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Socks...

She stood before me in the middle of the floor, strewn with the snacks and leftover coffee that had seen me through the night. The timid smile creasing her thin little face spoke volumes with no words being said. My greatest achievement was not the cable-stitched knee socks I had designed just for her--it was this shy little girl.

MAGPIE 243 (Tess Kincaid)

8 comments:

21 WitsOctober 26, 2014 at 9:22 AM
Such a sweet scene you paint!
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Kathe W.October 26, 2014 at 10:59 AM
awww this is so sweetly written.
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CharleenOctober 26, 2014 at 11:55 AM
Aww! This melts my heart!
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Stacy M.S.October 27, 2014 at 12:00 PM
this is a very sweet write.

reminded me of my own little girl in her winter socks.

i can relate to the coffee that carried you through the night!
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keiths ramblingsOctober 28, 2014 at 3:54 AM
This is delightful!
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BerowneOctober 28, 2014 at 6:56 AM
An impressive response to the prompt.
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Silent Otto October 29, 2014 at 5:24 PM
Good to see the little girl so full of life ...
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Carrie Van HornOctober 30, 2014 at 1:19 PM
Truly sweet!!
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My Father Loved the Poetry of Robert Frost...

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost, 1913