A FRIENDSHIP POEM

I was reading Purls of Wisdom in issue 163 recently. Knitting has been a hobby of mine since before I was married. I have been widowed twice and have a son and a daughter, one from each marriage. I knitted for them as babies and now knit for their children. I was recently diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. It has been dif cult to accept what I can’t do now, having been a busy person. Thankfully, I can still knit. It makes me feel useful and I have a sense of achievement when a garment is nished and I know I’m helping my family to stay warm. I have a friend who shares a love of knitting; she buys Simply Knitting when she can and shares it with me. I have friends that help me when they can and was inspired to write this poem about friendship. On Fridays it was knit and natter With Laura, it must be said With oven chips and a meat feast pizza Being weighed at the doc’s was a dread With an egg custard tart and a coffee To follow this culinary delight And then we’d attempt knit and natter With what was left of the night We showed each other our patterns Good intentions we had by the score But natter took over from knitting And knitting? Still in the bag by the door How can I wear my new cardi With no sleeve for my arm to go through? This knitting and natter’s not working Whatever am I going to do? At nine it was time for Laura To make her way back home I took a glance down at my knitting I’d only completed ONE row. So now we just natter and natter And knitting gets done on our own At least I’ll have a sleeve for my cardi And it won’t end up being un-roved. It made Laura smile, I hope you enjoy it too. Knitting keeps me busy and feeling up-beat. It’s Friday and yes, we will be having our knit and natter at about 6pm.