Homemade (I.P.)
By Silver Spun Sand
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"Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in."
(Leonard Cohen)
I’ve always been crap
at knitting but must admit
to being totally addicted.
Nothing complex
like Fair Isle or Aran;
cardigans and jumpers
way above my league.
Scarves are much more me.
And then of course, there is
my 'pièce de resistance'.
A bedspread – double-bed size;
squares of varying patterns
in a tasteful, buttermilk-cream
and six years in the making.
During which time it saw
the world; Dubai, Delhi
and Dubrovnik. The click-clack
of needles keeping me sane –
terrified as I am of flying
and from climbing the dentist’s
waiting-room walls. The same
at Wycombe General when
my grandson was born, and...
months later, willing my dad
come round from a stroke
which, sadly, he never did.
It kept my daughter warm
in her bed at the hospice;
comforting, she told me...
it smelt of home.
My ‘designer’ quilt
I call it, modelled on
the one I’d seen in Harrods.
Except, there’s something
makes mine extra special;
a hole – dead centre, where
a stitch slipped through.
Just to make it my own...
or so I tell them.
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Oh dear lord your daughter
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new
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Beautiful in its sincerity
k.
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I think your blanket sounds
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Seems like this bed-spread
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you seem always to bring us
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The beauty and truth in your
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new Silver-Spun-Sand You
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