Grandmother's Grandmother

My mother went to her cedar chest and took out a tiny, carefully folded sweater.
Knit by her mother, it was knit for me, before I was born. My mother handed it to me.
I sat with it in my hands for a while tonight, thinking of generations of women, generations of family born from these women.
I will frame this baby's sweater and her precious little cap and keep them where I will see them often.
I will tell my granddaughter of Grammy's grandmother, great Grammy's mother, great-great Grandmother and the sweater that she made.

because "It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads, which hold people together through the years."