In owrs L/L wriying classes we write a diary entry from the point of view of a grandmother of a poem we read in literature
Dear diary,
I knit and knit because I like it. I'am not like when I was young. My hands are slow and tired of knitting and knitting. I also have arthritic but I still remember when I was young and I have to knit fot necessity, make's me knit as a hobby. I don't know way my family want me to stop, they said " It is unnecessary, It is useless ". I am happy knitting. My daughter said " you are not going to live any longer"; spend time with your grandchildren, you are not going to live for ever. I want to play with them bur I don't have time " My life is knitting " I said. My grandchildren dont want o came to my house because they said that I am always knitting, so I am almost never with them. I feel sad, it seems if I dont have a family, I am alone but not bored the needles are my friends, my family.
PD: This will be one of my lastest diary entries I want to feel useful "no" useless, kisies and huggies. Grandmother.
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