The rhythm of the hook
as it moves the yarn around
Calls to me in whispers
a sweet familiar sound.
My hand moves almost dreamlike
without a thought or care
As I fashion something new
for someone cold to wear.
Perhaps a scarf or cap
Maybe a blanket too
With each and every stitch
I think of more to do
So when the cold winds blow
and when the snow falls down
My yarn helps me to remember
Forgotten people all around.
I am the one who’s blessed
As my warm hands stitch away
I pray the rhythm of my hook
Will help someone in some small way.
copy righted @ sandy June 2009
2008-2009
Hats 368
Mittens 66
Scarves 147
Socks 79 pair
*counts from day 1, Dec 2 2008
I think we wrote this poem at Writer's Group...we need to do another one!
ReplyDeleteThat is a very beautiful poem! I loved it! Thanks for sharing! Hugs!
ReplyDeleteYep Jan a writing exercise in the group. I found it again the other day and thought it would be good to share.
ReplyDeleteSandy
The poem says it all. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely! You might like to put a copyright notice on there or before long you'll get it in your e-mail as an anonymous crochet poem going around the 'net. LOL
ReplyDeleteGood suggestion Sandie, not sure how to do that; but will give it a go. thanks
ReplyDeletePure and beautiful love in action. Really touched!
ReplyDeleteNice poem, like the way it makes me smile
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