This is my first Poetry Thursday post (on Wednesday, what can you do?). I hope you like it!
Time.
Time passes. It’s ever constant.
Birthdays pass, couples wed, buildings fall and careers end. 
“My life is slipping through my fingers,” they say.
My wool passes through my fingers.
I knit for birthdays, housewarmings and those who are ill.
My fingers remind me of the value of my time as I spend it knitting for others and knitting for myself.
The most constant reminder of time is when it’s stolen.
When someone dies.
In the case of my grandmother’s recent death, knitting has been my solace.
I knit to remember.
I knit to mourn.
I knit to commemorate.
I knit in a connection to time.
To it’s presence on me.
To reclaim the ownership of “me” time.
To pass it.
To relish in it.
To know it.
Time is knitting for me. Both slip through my fingers. And both are the fabric of my life.
Note: My grandmother died on Mother’s Day of 2006. I knit these socks (yarn dyed by me) to commemorate her and the hours I spent at her cottage during the summers of my youth running, swimming, boating and being loved. What a great woman she was.
I love the idea of time slipping through fingers and it’s connection to yarn. Love the knitting photos.
That is a great poem, Nicole and a loving tribute to your grandmother. And wool.
LOVE YOUR POEM. IS IT OK IF WE USE IT IN OUR KNITTING GROUP PAMPHLET? OF COURSE GIVING CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE.
WE ARE A SMALL KNITTING GROUP WHO KNIT LAPGHANS AND PRAYER SHAWLS FOR HOSPICE. WE ARE LOOKING FOR MORE LIKE MINDED KNITTERS/CROCHETERS……HENCE THE PAMPHLET.
THANK YOU. W
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For a school project I need to make a poetry book for my grandmother. I am soo incredibly sorry yours died btw! That is awful and I am so sorry.
I was just wondering if I could put this ingenious poem in my book? It is a collection of poems having to do with my grandmother’s three favorite things, cooking knitting and being a mother. I would credit you for sure! Thanks
Chawchi,12
I’m having the funeral service for a woman who loved knitting. I think your poem is very appropriate and touching.
Thank you!
Hi Nicole,
I hope you don’t mind if I read this poem on Tues knitting and poetry.
Marya
Nicole-Thank you for this beautiful poem. We read it as part of my mom’s memorial service. Mom began knitting at the age of three, knitting wash clothes for the soldiers of WWI (yes she had a natural talent). She always had a ball of yarn at her side until her death at age 97. Mom took great joy in creating and giving her knitting as gifts.
Nicole! Thank you for sharing this lovely poem that you have written! I have put it into a file to share with groups that I work with.
I love the comparison of time and wool slipping through fingers!
Nicole,
I loved your poem . My grandmother also knitted all the time. If she wasn’t cleaning she was knitting. I am putting together a picture book for my knitters group at church and would love to use your poem with proper credit to you, with your permission.
thanks.Pat
I went in search for a poem about knitting to send with a wedding shawl I made for my niece’s wedding. The shawl is all done in stitches that have meanings. I have knitted for my family for 25 years.. I knitted her christening gown and now her wedding shawl. I took my grandmothers multistrand pearl necklace and knitted the pearls into the lace so she would be represented at the wedding. She always gave great ” pearls” of wisdom.
Informative article, just what I was looking for.
Thanks for finally writing about >Time is Knitting.
A poem. | All Buttoned Up <Liked it!