This is a second draft of a poem I couldn't quite finish. A new attempt.
The rhythm of knitting
in the repeated pattern
and the tug of the yarn.
I knit to find peace
a quietness, a steady routine,
busy but often mindless
busy and sometimes contemplative.
The two knitting needles
work their way through yarn
casting on, pulling loops through
stitch after stitch
first stitch to the last.
I knit to give a gift filled with love
it's the making and the giving
a piece of me in every stitch
hopes and dreams between the rows.
A gift made and a gift given with love.