1/29/18

52 Cups of Poems: Cup One: Grief Knitting

Earlier this month my sister Christy shared a book with me titled 52 Cups of Coffee by Megan Gebhart.  In this book, Gebhart decided to have coffee with someone new each week, and write about their encounter.  Christy thought it would be fun to come up with an idea the two of us could do together each week as well.  I suggested we write a poem each week. Christy posted her first poem here.  It is not surprising that the subject of both of our poems is about Mom's death.

My first poem is a combination of starting to knit again and what goes through your head as you are working the yarn and needles. Knitting can actually be a wonderful way to let thoughts swirl around in your head and a way to think about things one is dealing with, even if you don't even know some of the subjects that may be thought of while knitting.

Here is my first poem.

Grief Knitting

Cast on, cast on, cast on, cast on.
Mom is gone, Mom is gone, Mom is gone, Mom is gone.
Knit one, purl two, knit one, purl two,
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

Needle up, wrap around, needle up, wrap around.
You're in the ground, you're in the ground, you're in the ground, you're in the ground.
Needle down, around we go, needle down, around we go,
I'm feeling low, I'm feeling low, I'm feeling low, I'm feeling low.

A new color to tie, A new color to tie,
Sometimes I cry, Sometimes I cry.
The blue color I tie, The blue color I tie,
Why did you die?  Why did you die?








2 comments:

2corgis said...

I love it, Carol. The rhythm of your fingers. Knitting can really be cathartic- and the writing that comes afterward. xoxo

Carol Roberts said...

Thank you Debbie. Rediscovering knitting again has been very good for me.