Twin Cities, brought together through sheer need, <br />St. Paul thought of himself as holier than thou. <br />And Minna from the family of Polis took the lead <br />she liked the fellow and the proper time was now. <br /> <br />So they combined their wits, their assets and their plan, <br />held hands in public, showing that they cared <br />the citizens applauded loudly, to a man <br />so precious how their lives would now be shared. <br /> <br />St. Paul, whose skin was a bit thin and prone to freeze, <br />showed Minna blue and purple every day, <br />compounded by a cough and an explosive sneeze <br />he longed for Spring which wouldn't come until mid-May. <br /> <br />So Minna, kind of heart and sweet, with pleasant face <br />took out her knitting needles and began to knit, <br />hands resting on exquisite breasts, beneath pink lace <br />she did not like him using that expression, 'like your tit'. <br /> <br />On Sunday afternoon she tied a bow around <br />the finished mittens, full of love and hue <br />of rainbow colours, ease to eyes with whispered sound <br />surprise, surprise she laughed, I made these just for you. <br /> <br />Hindsight is what you use when nothing can explain, <br />why someone makes a gesture no one understands. <br />He did suspect that she had knitted in the main <br />to have him cover his big vagus-bound and sweaty hands.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweaty-hands/
