Her hands like needles

Knit waves of love

With plies twisted together

Creating multiple colors

With gentle strokes

Slip, Knit, Purl

And more rows to go

She is taught simple stitches

And bumpy easy patterns

Garter and Stockinet

In small pieces of work

Her personality flatters

When her mind is ripping back

Her heart on the bumpy-wrong-side

She knits reasons over the hook

To make herself believe

She is still alive

It makes her feel secure

When her fingers dance

To the twisted knitted stitch

And for the rhythm of her

She must knit.