I’ve learned six knots, which Daddy taught, six knots that bind like glue. The granny loop holds fast and tight, and is easy to undo. The bows in little girl’s dresses, though, needs to lay just right. While lacing shoes was hard to master, it yielded two techniques; rabbit ears or sneak through the hole, the trouble was getting them tight. The hangman’s noose, like daisy chains, I learned gripped strong and true. But the tightest knot of all you wrought, was the one you wrapped ‘round my heart.

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Comment by Stephen Torelli on May 19, 2012 at 6:54pm

What a winning tribute to dad!

Comment by Jenny on May 19, 2012 at 3:41pm

Thanks for the read and comments.

@ Gita - I wrote this in a flash, inspired really by "6", I thought, why not 6 knots, and this is what emerged. Once I saw the rhythm of several of the sentences, it wasn't hard to organize the rest in the same way. "Little girl's bows must lie flat" ~ tying the them was my father's specialty. And he loved limericks and rhymes.

Comment by Brittany on May 19, 2012 at 8:25am

The detail in this is superb. Strong, with just enough sentimental sweetness.

Comment by Angela on May 18, 2012 at 10:16pm

This is a tender and loving remembrance.  Very nice.

Comment by Gita on May 17, 2012 at 7:44pm

I am curious about the knot that must lie flat on a girl's dress. Is there a name for it, other than a bow? Also curious what prompted you to write this one in verse.

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