I picked up knitting again
Not like there's
Much else to do
When you're quarantined for 6 to 9 months.

I was just making a blanket
For two
I thought, anyway.

When he suggested colours
And I raised a brow
Because they were rather
Unsynchronised.

To say the least.

More like if you did crack
For 9 years and came back
These would would all make sense.

And then came the words
Baby blanket
I stared, but he continued
You know, to swaddle them

And suddenly the colours made sense
He suggested all the shades under the rainbow
Because he didn't seem to care
Which it picked.

He just wanted me to
I assume, feel the bond,
Even if they'd be growing inside
Me.