Tears form as I think of grandma’s knitted work.
Grandkid’s kept warm – snug in Indian sweaters.
A pink bobbled sweater that she’d made for me.
Her skill she used as a gift to lavish on her family.
Her name written in each piece as beautiful art.
She was the constant source of Christmas baking.
New pajamas each year she placed under the tree.
Fishing rods for my brothers, grandpa contributed.
He represented fishing – rolled Players and hockey.
For warm tea, stacks of toast and amazing porridge –
Grandma, I will just ne’er forget your generous ways.