Heartache, love, strength, weakness... A collection of poems.
My Grandma Taught Me How To Knit
My grandma taught me how to knit –
Before her rocker I would sit
To watch her make a pair of mitts.
One day I asked if I could try
And with a soft contented sigh
She picked me up and asked me why.
I said I liked the way she knew
Just when to change to red or blue
And how to move her needles, too.
She laughed and set me on my feet –
My brand new needles, I would meet.
Oh, how I thought they were so neat!
I tried and tried to no avail –
Oh, how I hoped I would not wail,
But she’d not let me ever fail.
Some time had passed, I’d tried again,
For this time I had just turned ten
And just as set I’d ever been.
Her guiding hands worked mine in hers
Until my fingers were all blurs
And didn’t need their strong chauffeurs.
I practiced ev’ry day I could
And some day soon I knew I would
Know all the things she understood –
For life is like the thinnest yarn:
It sometimes needs some thread to darn
But used just right it can go far.
We weaved the loops through more the same
Til none will ever claim their fame,
But worked together they became...
The fabric we could always use
For blankets warm we use to snooze,
For so much more and all we choose!
I taught my grandkids how to knit –
Before my rocker they would sit
To watch me make a pair of mitts.
You can watch a view of me reading this poem here: https://youtu.be/gImVykbi20M