My Lost Sock, A Christmas Story

I’ve written this piece to be included in a charity book, for the “Black Dog Institute” here in Australia. The book is to be called, “My Lost Sock”, and every story in the charity book will be an anecdote about “My Lost Sock”.  The Black Dog Institute, is a not-for-profit facility for diagnosis, treatment and prevention of Depression and Bipolar disorder.

My Lost Sock

A Christmas Story

I’m a hand knitted woollen sock.

Here’s my story from year dot.

In the beginning.

I started as a piece of spinning.

The wool off a sheep’s back.

An odd colour of brownie-black.

Being spun into dark twines.

On a wheel from olden times.

Craftily hand knitted.

Lovingly, soon to be gifted.

There were two of us.

We were like knitted twins.

Righty and Lefty.

And of course I’m Righty.

Our gorgeous red-haired spinner and knitter.

Had dutifully finished.

Cheerfully folded and wrapped.

In colourful paper and flower strap.

A fabulous Christmas present.

For her husband’s aged parent.

Soon it was Christmas day.

Everyone’s jolly, merry and gay.

Drinking red wine, local Cabernet.

Eating fish, caught in a nearby bay.

And presents opening time began.

Families smiled and sang.

We’re sitting on Pop’s lap.

Gently and slowly unwrapped.

Pop proudly exclaims and holds us up.

“Look here, see what I’ve got”.

Suddenly Pop throws Lefty into the corner.

And I’m left dangling like “Little Jack Horner”

There’s much laughter and jokes.

Kids come over and give me a friendly poke.

Poor discarded Lefty, on the floor with no folks.

While I’m up here being kindly stroked.

There’s more giggles, they’re all staring at me.

Pop’s grinning from ear to ear.

Wriggling in his wheelchair to loud cheers.

Oh, my discovery, Pop’s left leg’s missing below his knee.

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

37 thoughts on “My Lost Sock, A Christmas Story”

      1. If you google search Sophie Scholl, they was a movie made about her, and the Resistance group called WhiteRose. I’ve been home all day, it’s been quite cool here.

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  1. And here all this time I thought that the washing machine ate random socks — that’s why all those single ones are hanging on the line. Another bubble burst…in reality I love the poem.

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    1. Oh your sock story is gorgeous, would you mind if on I entered your story to the book, on your behalf. I could copy and paste the text into a email for you, my friend Terry would be happy to forward it on for you 😆

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