Knitted Gloves

by [M(/)U]   May 28, 2019


When you knitted me
and thought of the son you loved
with fingers and strings and tears,
to reach, then to knit me again into gloves -
I was scared I would fall apart and fray
with strands like memories that haunt and stray.
So I thought I was his present - for you
bought my strings with ribbons too,
packing me, so carefully, in a box of colours.
I used to imagine the wrinkled contours
of his smile when he sees me and wears me...
but I never came out of the box.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    What a lovely idea to use the knitting of the gloves to portray so much emotion. A well deserved nomination. Milly x

  • 1 year ago

    by Star

    I love this!! The way you used the knitted gloves captured the feeling so well.

  • 1 year ago

    by Hellon

    I haven't commented on a poem for a long time but this one just caught me in the throat and travelled down to my gut. The simplicity of the story is very relatable and that is what just grabbed my attention and kept me there...

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