An Elegy For Dot Poem by Mark Heathcote

Knit one, purl one
a drop of whisky or rum,
Dot, she was a good-un
and so much fun.

Dot, she was a rum-one
and loved by everyone
knit one, purl one
a drop of whisky or rum.

Dot, she was a good-un
she wasn't a cold, unfeeling nun
and now that she has succumbed,
knit one, purl one

Our Dottie's been-undone
and-we-her friends
and family is like the Aran knots-
she banded together—Dots-

Knit one, purl one
knit one, purl one
has stopped the ticking of clocks
let's raise a toast and dry our sobs.

Pass the whisky and rum,
Dot, she was a good-un
Dot, you went-too-young
Dot, you are loved by everyone.

Dot, how we wish
your own knit one, purl one
in our own lives
hadn't come undone.