Why oh why do I insist on crafting, with a string and sticks?
Could it just be the thrill of art, a perfect piece will soon impart?
Or maybe it’s the color blocks, or complex charts, that rock my socks.
One stick or two, what will I choose today, to drive away the blues?
Crochet is fun and fits the bill, when instant joy’s the cup to fill.
While knitting is a patience test the final piece is often best.
A baby blanket needs crochet spaces so babe can breathe in all places.
A cabled vest demands some chunk to warm its wearer round his trunk.
A lacy scarf displays the craft of artisan women, long since past.
Fingering, lacy, sport or spunk; a fiber must be in my trunk,
For soon I will be overrun by stash, ‘growing’ throughout my home.
(Unless my pup gets hold of one; pulling, strewing, having fun!)
It matters not the day or week, or whether travel’s at its peak,
Inside my bag the kit must go..another sock to tell and show.
Alas I am obsessed, it’s true Aran or cashmere; pink or blue.
Raison d’être comes in clearly: I love to give gifts to my “dearies”.
Even on this Springtime day, I’ll chart my projects – gifts to give away.
Thanks to Mom, she taught me well, she gave me life … and art, as well.