PRACTISED PASSION
I started off in primary school.
Big needles and bits of wool.
Clickedy clack, I learned fast.
Woolly socks made to last.
Long nights as a trainee nurse,
spent knitting, gave me a thirst
for colour and unusual design.
Jumpers for that boyfriend of mine.
Soon I was really hooked.
Intricate patterns from a book.
Picture postcard scenes in wool.
Lesser knitters would look and drool.
Aunty Jean was at it again.
Thomas the Tank for little friends.
Bob the Builder and Fireman Sam.
Girly things for my little madams.
Autumn always turns me on
to knitting those colours that come along.
Rustic reds and with gorgeous greens.
I'm once again a knitting machine.
It is a passion, there is no doubt.
I can't wait to see how they turn out.
How nice to have a passion I can wear.
After long winter nights in my rocking chair.
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