in a drawer.
in a bag.
some yarn.
a notebook.
on one page:
"chunky baby sweater"
on another:
"cable knit baby hat"
in her handwriting.
those words
followed by
a bunch of
numbers that must
have meant
something to her.
eyes scanning the
pages, finding different numbers
at the top
of one page:
11/7/07.
at the top
of another page:
12/(something)/07.
a bunch of
numbers that mean
something to me.
dates.
projects started
(never finished)
for our daughter.
i held the notebook.
i turned the pages.
nothing after
those two dates.
blank.
empty.
i pulled out the yarn.
knitting needles
right where she
left them,
mid-project.
but which one?
sweater?
hat?
and where is
the other?
i wish she would
have taken me seriously
that one time
when i asked her
to teach me
to knit
(i probably should've asked with a straight face).
maybe i'll learn
you know,
to fill up those pages
for both of them.
Matt,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your post. This date happens to be what was our wedding anniversary - and seeing this - my husband was an artist. Some jackets were not finished yet. He painted on leather jackets. We were going to work on this together - and why didn't I pay more attention to some detail. After he got home from the hospital - we would work on his artwork - but he never came home. This really hit home.