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.
Aw! I was wondering why Pop threw the sock away. Lol. Sweet! So, your wife used to knit socks?
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Yep, and spin the wool, and my dad lost his leg due to diabeties when he was 89…
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89. Wow. How long did your dad live after losing his leg?
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About a year and a half, but he keep smiling, we were very privilaged to have such a wonderful generous and gentle man as our dad.
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Cute… 🤗🤗🤗
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Yep, I like being Cute….
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This is beautiful Ivor! 🙂
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Cleverly written Ivor and so funny. Love it! 🙂
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Thank you Sue, I was trying to do something different that other contributors to the book might not have done. 😊
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I nice little twist – your comments confirmed my thought that it was autobiographical. Very funny
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Thanks Derrick, yes lots of fond memories.
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Lovely tale Ivor, and a fitting memory for a great dad!
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Thank you Peter, yep it’s the old story, if the sock fits, wear it.
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It’s beautifully brilliant 😍🤩
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Thank you ❤️ Ortensia, I was trying to write something original and different for the book 📙
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And as usual you were beautifully successful ❤️
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Another Ivor Gem! 💛
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Thanks Walt, that means a lot to me, a special poem, for aspecial cause, about special people….
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You’re welcome my friend ☺
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a lovely poem and touching story, I know your poem will stand out in that anthology, it will be the most bittersweet one.
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Yes, basically as true story with a bit of poetic licence, thank you for your kind comments. And I hope you had a pleasant Sunday.
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reading this poem made me feel very close to my dad too. thank you. it’s been a very sunny Sunday on the equator.
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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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I will take a look, thank you!
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Always my pleasure.
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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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Thank you for your generous humour, I enjoyed retelling this piece of my life. 😊
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Really awesome you’re doing this for charity, and it’s such a brilliant poem too! Couldn’t help but feel sorry for the other sock haha!
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I enjoy writing this true story, as it brought back lots of fond memories
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Nicely done!
I wrote a poem about a sock a while back: https://janebasilblog.wordpress.com/2015/09/30/blue-without-you/
and followed it up with a happy ending: https://janebasilblog.wordpress.com/2015/09/30/the-return-of-the-prodigal-sock/
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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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Be my guest, Ivor. I’d be proud to have my poem in a book to raise money for such a worthy cause.
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Ok Jane, I shall send on my friend Terry soon, hehe, before I forget… xx
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Thanks, Ivor 🙂
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Nice apparently today, in the UK it was National lost sock day.
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Love the twist at the end 🙂
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Nearly a true story, I just changed life’s sequence of events around a bit. 😊
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