thoughts

i sit
here and there
i sit and knit
stitch and stitch
loop and loop
yarn twist and turns

and the fabric grows
line by line
slowly
for a person
for a baby
for one who is also in the state of forming
cell by cell
as
i do stitch by stitch

and as i sit and knit
third sweater now
line by line
for a child who will live
three hours away from me
a certain energy, a certain memory i knit into each loop
into each stich
into each line
fo a child i will not know as intimately know as her father
so,
a certain sadness
with each stich
with each line
with each sweater that i knit

and a hope
that there will be a memory of me
for her