Her tattered but cherished gloves itched her fingers as she tried to free them from her frozen fingers. They were a family heirloom worn by her grandma. Many decades ago, she pleaded with her Oma (the name all her grandkids affectionately called Cecilia’s grandma), to leave her the gloves in her will. Smiling as she remembered the discussion with her Oma, Cecilia tugged at the stubborn off-white satin pinching her tender appendage.
Long ago, one morning, as her grandmother sat purling another of her famous foot warmers from her eclectic basket of yarn, Cecilia knitted the argument for her case. Cecilia, then, at the tender age of 5, made her closing summation as follows. ‘If you leave me your favorite gloves, Oma, then I will remember you when I go sailing on a cruise ship. And, as the waves toss my hat in the wind I will keep your gloves safely between my teeth.’
Written for Paula Light Motifs’ Tuesday Story 8