I want them to cure the world of its ills, they claim it's an order too tall.
My friend is unwell, seriously so, with a cancer that's reluctant to let go
And I want to knit it away from her and from everyone else we know.
I can pour my heart into every stitch, occasionally dry my eyes,
And the socks that fall off the needles represent 'hope' in another guise.
Warm, her feet might be, but this isn't enough - not a real difference have they made
And I hate this feeling of helplessness, of not really coming to her aid.
So I figure if I knit more, and more and more, that might do the trick
That the love I’ll send out through my needles will give cancer a mighty kick.
Fine notions, they're not; they're not even true: I'm grasping at all bits of straw
Trying to make wool and needles break nature’s own ugly law.
So what can I do? No seriously I'm asking you: What can I do to assist?
With no magic wand, or needles it seems, I know not how to make it desist.
"Just being there" isn't enough; the pain and worry don't go away -
And we see these reflected in the eyes of her loved ones, on this and most other days.
For what it is worth, I'm sending you my love and carry you close to my heart;
I treasure the time I spend with you and thank you for all you impart.
And if you’d like some more socks, or a hat, jumper or throw
just say the words
- for my needles and I are ready to go.
Thank you to everyone who supported yesterday's Macmillian Cancer Crafternoon Tea