Knit One, Purl One

Inside a clear box
in my storeroom
sits a small ivory sweater
hand knit when I was born.

Petite pink roses
dot the collar
and pearly buttons
adorn the front.

In my memory,
my grandmother’s knitting needles
moved constantly —
while watching tv
or chatting with family.

The needles are now mine.
You see,
knitting was woven
into my DNA
the day I was born.

On various needles,
I have
a cowl for my sister,
a hat for my son,
a scarf for my spouse.

For me,
magic resides in
needles and yarn.

2 thoughts on “Knit One, Purl One

  1. Do you follow Barbara Kingsolver on Instagram? She just posted about delivering wool from her sheep to the Mill and picking up lasts years wool, now beautiful colors of yarn. Have fun knitting!


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