Written during dialysis, where even slow stitches can begin
I long to learn the knitter’s art,
Though clueless where to start;
My needles wait within their bag,
And wool tugs at my heart.
But Otto sits beside my chair—
His calm is soft and true;
He says, “We’ll take it slow, my friend,
One loop is all we’ll do.”
If dialysis must claim these hours,
Then let them gentle be:
A place where paws and patient hands
Can learn collaboratively.
So teach me just the first small stitch,
The rest will slowly grow;
With Otto’s steady, plushy faith,
I’ll find the row to go.
Reflection
Miriam’s gift waits patiently beside me—wool, needles, and possibility.
I haven’t begun yet, but perhaps today is the day: one small stitch, gently, enough.
Anyone any ideas? Let me know.
© 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell. This work may be shared for non-commercial use with attribution. For other uses, please get in touch.


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