I'm knitting for my grandson

Although his life has just begun

He's only just a stirring

Inside his mummy's tum

Just the slightest murmur

But to me he's baby John

As I sit here busy purling

Together over and slip one

Our very first new grandchild

Of course he will be male

We're not bothered if complexion

Is dark or pink or pale

But as I sit here clicking

And dreaming of his face

All these months of waiting

For that first sweet embrace

But if I've got it wrong

And he really is a girl

She'll be welcome all the same

As I slip one, knit one, purl

(Written in all innocence before the

advent of modern technology)

WINIFRED SMITH, Clarence Street, Colne.