The Ugly Sweater

The Ugly Sweater Grandma taught me to crochet. My aunt she taught me to knit. I can do neither well. It is the truth. At six, my hands were small, and could not carry the experience, gained in a lifetime, by my teachers. I am grown now. I remember. My stitches they are straighter. They are more like Grandma’s now. My stitches they are numbered, just as my aunt taught me, before I could read or write. I remembered. My sweater is not perfect, not for lack of effort. I wear it… And, I love it anyway. It represents to me, Everything I could remember, that I had forgotten, that was important, to be remembered. Amen.