Knitting in eastern Aleppo

73 stitches cast on for the button band.
So much for the ceasefire.
K four rows.

On the second the camera crew
chooses a Medium shot.
A strange and unnatural angle,
a Bird’s-eye view, looking down
on the action, making it seem insignificant
and ant-like.

And there you are. The top of your
small sweet head

From my God-like angle digging figures
struggle to bring you out,
to clear the bomb-bleached dust and rubble
from your face.

Then gently, oh so gently, lift you
into the Love of strong arms and gazes.

Every man there wants to hold you close.

You pass me in a Close-up view,
your ashen head buried in his warm neck.
The Long-distance shot rushing you to safety.
and you are gone.

I can’t follow, darling little man, but
you are our child.
See this coat to keep you warm…
with hearts for buttons.


Eileen Walke

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My dear readers, I live in Manchester, England and would like to share my thoughts of significant people, places and events in my life through this blog. I'm growing old disgracefully in my 74th year, living in a bubble of love blown by my precious friends and family and floating about like Johnnie McGory.

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