Grandma, I’m sorry about the jumper
you knitted for my eleventh birthday
which was bright yellow
with Dennis the Menace
wearing his own jumper
in black and red stripes
and the catapult in his back pocket.
Only today did I have the revelation
that it must have taken many evenings
by your electric fire
and binding off
knowing that I loved Dennis the Menace
and would surely love a bright yellow
jumper with Dennis on my chest.
I wore it once for the smile on your face
and hung it in the wardrobe
in mum’s house
on the far left
out of the way.