Hi. I was asked to do this diary entry based on a poem called: "For my grandmother knitting" by Liz Lonchhead. This diary entry talks about of the point of view of the grandmother and what she thinks about his family:
Dear Diary, today I was visited by my family. Every Sunday, they visit me to see how I am. Every day, before they come, I knit some sweater or some scarf for one of them. I am so happy when I give them some of my knitting because I feel more useful. The day I cannot knit any more, I will not know what to do. When I am knitting, I dont feel like anything; I feel free. I dont even realise when I am knitting; it is like part of me. I dont know if my ability of knitting has something to do with when I was little because when I was little, I was a fisher-girl. Now my old hands are too weak but I still knit because like I said; it is part of me.
I dont know if my family needs my knittings because I have already made lots of clothes that I dont even know if they need them. And sometimes I ask myself if I am stressing them with all my knitting but that is tye only thing I can do. Each time that my family comes, I feel more and more bored. Each time that my family comes, I feel more and more stupid. But each time my family comes, I remember that I still have a motivation to keep on living; them.
