Sudely Castle has an air of grace
Katherine Parr dwelled there in love’s embrace
Thomas Seymour made her great with child
Thus well burdened Lady Seymour died.
Sudely Castle has an air of grace
Katherine Parr dwelled there in love’s embrace
Thomas Seymour made her great with child
Thus well burdened Lady Seymour died.
How to kni
How to knit your first row
How to knit: You must have two large needles. You put one under each arm., So far I’ve not gone beyond that but it’s hard to keep them under my arms all day. I gather I need some wool. Is this what is known as “wool-gathering”?I buy some wool in the shop and come back.I have to “cast on” so that’s why men go boating so they can “cast off”…
To cast on you make a loop in the wool and slide it onto the needle. It’s easier using thick wool and thick needles. This loop is your first stitch. To make another, insert the right-hand needle into the loop, wrap the wool around it and pull it through the first loop then slide it onto the needle giving you two stitches. Repeat one hundred times and you now have your first row
Isn’t it hard explaining how to knit! It’s harder if you use sewing needles. think I’ll cook instead.
By the way, row is pronounced to rhyme with sewing. Otherwise, you’d be knitting your first argument and why would you do that?
By the flowerbed Dad and I would talk
In 1952 he still could walk
We spent the afternoon in Willows Park
At least there were some sparrows if not larks.
He wore a jacket made of thinning tweed
He felt cold in summer hence the need
He smoked cheap cigarettes I love their smell
Though they killed you Daddy I know well.
I did not understand that God was frail
I prayed for you but all to no avail.
The Jews in Auschwitz must have prayed at first
Then singing Kaddish stumbled to their deaths
God cannot be judged though humans can
Each Jew was a real person like I am
Every living person is another world
In its Imagination Europe failed
But could Daddy have been saved for ten more years?
Does even the best neighbour really care?
Few will help us mourn the ones we lost
Their feeble hearts just cannot bear the cost
Am I a saint myself for I am frail
Hiding from the lightning and the hail