A villanelle is like a cable knit
The lines repeated twist ,make strong ,make warm
My mind is held by pattern as I sit

How can we find a subject that is fit
To spend our time to make this unique form?
A villanelle is like a cable knit

1 and 3 repeat while 2 rhymes with
1 and 3 make strong the cabled arm
My mind is held by pattern as I sit

For few escape the glimpsed abyss
Patterns,repetitions, keep us calm
A villanelle is like a holy knit

Who hurts whom and why did Judas kiss?
King David knew the darkness ,wrote his psalms
My mind flows with the patterns as I sit

From life and death and injured pride we learn
That noone who repents will suffer blame
A villanelle from chosen words is knit
My mind dwells in the pattern and the wit.

My husband was so funny when imitating other people’s faces that once I woke myself up laughing at his performance in a dream So at least I’ll get more sleep now he’s gone and I can cry all day He used to bring me tea in the morning.Now I get more exercise having to do it myself He once bought me lavender furniture polish for my birthday. I’ve never been given that by anyone else.Such imagination. Before he died, he was asleep near me.He woke up and said You’re not very house proud,are you? I’d only had major plastic surgery on my face for cancer 2 days before he collapsed,  and I had got advanced arthritis and lost the sight of one eye. [ maybe under the bed] Still it showed he was still of sound mind. How many dying men would say that to their wife? It did make me wonder why on earth he married me. I shall never know now.