My Granny's a knitter of fame and renown
And her work is admired by all in our town.
She knitted my jumper and cardigan too,
And a long woollen scarf and a jacket of blue.
She knitted a jacket and next came a mat -
And then she made Granddad a warm woolly hat.
She knitted two scarves for my sister and brother
And what do you think that she made for my mother?
She made her a blanket in soft wool of white
Which keeps Mummy warm on a wintry night.
But knitting gets boring - you may well agree -
So she’s on a new mission - she writes poetry.
She now writes her poems from the morning till night
And they, she knows well, bring the children delight,
So our warm hand-made socks are a thing of the past
For Gran’s TRUE vocation’s discovered at last!
Copyright on all my poems
Yes, I'm that Gran. I want to leave a legacy not only to my two lovely grandchildren - Jessica and Daniel, Lee - Lytham St Annes - but to
the children of the world and I hope my poems, put into the right
hands, will be a legacy for them all when I am no longer here.
PS I'm not a knitter of fame and renown, although I do enjoy knitting.