Knitty-Gritty

When the little lady sits,
She whips out needles, yarn, she knits,
She makes her classic lovely sweaters,
Each of them keep getting better!
Sometimes coats, and sometimes frocks,
With checks, and dots, and lines, and blocks,
Of red, yellow, blue, and pink,
It's as though her hands can think.
Creating beauties at her fingertips,
We let our 'wow!'s escape our lips.
But what makes her creations especially nice,
Is that they come without a price!
'Love' is what holds the bonds,
She makes these for those of whom she's fond.
But sadly, she can knit no more,
It tires her out more than before.
But we'll always know her as the Knitting Lord,
With rainbow yarn and a needle sword!
Her sweaters always smell of home,
And warm us no matter where we roam,
This knitter -
                - Who's no quitter, is really none other,
Than my lovely GRAND-mother!