a mumbling recollection

a mumbling recollection
as she stoops to stir the stew
storied lore heard twice before
she wants to tell to you

a fancy tale of weft and wale
and how she knit a slew
for sailors on a mighty ship
their fortunes not come through

a silly yarn of cow and barn
and how she shod a shoe
for bovines of a higher class
afraid of their own doo

a misty myth of a blacksmith
and how he made her blue
young lovers for a short time
but then away he flew

the hazy intersection
the lines of her own life
best to sit and listen
avoid familial strife

but maybe still remember
as she speaks anew
all these fables 'round the table
they might not be true