Knitting Pains
KNITTING PAINS
Knitting caused me childhood pain
Made my arms ache again and again
No matter what the garment made
I always had to be mum’s aid
Holding the wool, arms wide-stretched -
Oh, the ache is in my muscles etched –
Till she wound it into balls
To knit it into scarves or shawls
Oh how I longed to drop my arm
But this would spring her wool alarm
And if the winding was to stop
She went to buy more at the shop
‘Twas plain, purl or Fair Isle.
Today I don’t know where I’ll
Get such lovely clothes again -
In spite of all the recalled pain.
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