Sitting on the rocking chair
I knit a scarf
The one I started for Louis
Blue and yellow
The colors of sky and sun
April showers fall
Like the tears in my eyes
The War ended
It’s been a couple of months
And there is no sign of Louis
I know he’s dead
But I keep knitting
Because it reminds me of him
Twenty four years old
So young
A whole life ahead of him
He even survived the war
Picking up the dead
Amongst the shell fire
He was so lucky
To survive those brutal battles
And yet his life ended
From the Spanish flu
So I keep knitting his scarf
To think of him
And keep his memory warm.
I knit a scarf
The one I started for Louis
Blue and yellow
The colors of sky and sun
April showers fall
Like the tears in my eyes
The War ended
It’s been a couple of months
And there is no sign of Louis
I know he’s dead
But I keep knitting
Because it reminds me of him
Twenty four years old
So young
A whole life ahead of him
He even survived the war
Picking up the dead
Amongst the shell fire
He was so lucky
To survive those brutal battles
And yet his life ended
From the Spanish flu
So I keep knitting his scarf
To think of him
And keep his memory warm.