Another rainy day

Indoor pursuits.
Maudlin thoughts.

New photo.
Old poem
(that I wrote nine years ago when visiting my elderly parents. My mother's been a widow for six years now. She's no longer able to knit.)


Knit Two Together

She sits and knits,
yarn spinning yarn,
while he nods and whispers,
pen in hand

and she knits 10 Across
into her row,
unravelling together,
strand by strand,

till all they know
and all they ever did
fit like letters
in the crossword grid.

poem © Celia Warren 2011