I have one poem published in a book 🙂
It was a high school thing. It was contemplative, about my cat, about quiet thinking.
It was about making a latch hook rug.
I learned to knit in Germany, the European way. It looks backwards to most American knitters, but it really is fast.
I didn’t knit for two years after Brian died, but this year I began again. I’ve been stitching thoughts again.
Actually it can be a prayer now. As I knit for my new grand-baby about to be born, for my other three blessings—grandchildren— I knit and pray.
I’m knitting prayers.