Sunday, December 7, 2025

 Knit


Cast on…

Soft white 

my needles click

held high above my stomach.


Knit two, purl two…

Baby blue,

he plays with the ball

as he sits by my feet.


Knit, knit, knit…

sombre grey

thin needles, fine wool

to make it look bought.


Cast off…

Heather green

I will have to post

it to him this year.
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