listening to the radio and hummin'.
--knit one, purl two--
With aged but nimble fingers knitting
him a sweater, for winter is a'comin'.
She peers o'er her glasses at her old man
content to breath in the sweet smell
--knit one, purl two--
of the fresh tobacco he's stuffin' his pipe.
After 58 years she knows it so well.
It's been a long day; he's been up since dawn
and he's ready to put his tired bones to bed.
--knit one, purl two--
But she says, "Let me get just two more rows done."
So he waits up for her a while longer instead.
She works her pattern with the homespun yarn
"In the Sweet Bye and Bye" lowly hummin'.
--knit one, purl two--
With love she commits to every stitch
of that sweater for him, for winter is a'comin'.
db
Debra says, along with her poem, " I couldn't sleep last night so I let my mind wonder. When I finally harnessed my thoughts, this is what I had come up with. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but while I was writing I pictured my parents and my great-grandparents. I hope it evokes a smile."
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