Written 5th December 2025
I wear a hat because I've lost my hair Folk would laugh out loud at my head so bare Long ago my hair was thick and wavy It was the colour of mother's gravy. Her gravy was dark as the lumps of coal She would light a fire with, when it was cold If short of cash, then us kids had to sit In the disastrous sweaters she would knit. Often they’d be too clingy or too large Though knitted with love for those in her charge Mother said if we were cosy and warm It did not matter at all what was worn. The years have passed by, hair has disappeared The worst of it is, it's cold on the ears But my mother, bless her, before she left Knitted a draw full of hats, socks and vests.
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