My Grandma Taught Me How to KnitA Poem by PeacefulPiecesMy grandmother passed on a skill, but more than that, she passed down her love...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 © 2017 PeacefulPiecesFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on February 8, 2017 Last Updated on February 8, 2017 AuthorPeacefulPiecesEl Paso, TXAboutMy name is Krysha, and I go by PeacefulPieces. I have been making up stories and lines that rhyme since I could first talk. It culminated in earning a BA in English and Creative Writing in 2014. I.. more.. |

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