KNITTING THE COMFORTER
Silent is the house, I sit In the firelight and knit, At my hall of soft grey wool Two grey kittens gently pullPulling back my thoughts as well From that distant, red-rimmed hell, And hot tears 'the stitches Mur As I knit a comforter. "Comforter" tlioy call it —yes, Such it js for my distress, For it gives my restless hands lllessed work, God understands How we women yearn to bo Doing something ceaselessly— Anything but just to wait Idly for a clicking; gate 1 So I knit this long grey thing Which some fearless lad will tiing Round him in the icy blast, With the sbrapnel whistling past; "Comforter" it may be then, Like a mother's touch again, And at last, not grey, but ti/1, Be a pillow for the dead!
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Dominion, Volume 9, Issue 2665, 10 January 1916, Page 3
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135KNITTING THE COMFORTER Dominion, Volume 9, Issue 2665, 10 January 1916, Page 3
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