I was so touched to receive this poem on my Facebook page from Lois Collins, and I’m thrilled that she’s given me permission to share it with you here on the blog, along with a couple of photos of her crochet stone artwork:
Covered with dust and balls of fluff, I’d very nearly had enough.
Then one dreary Monday morn, feeling cold and all forlorn, I saw a chink of golden light, and rose up to the highest height.
Cradled in a small, warm hand, taken to a brand new land. Stroked and loved and used with care, placed upon a wicker chair.
From that day on I gave all I had, glad to feel useful instead of sad.
“This thread is just perfect,” I heard the girl say. “So silky and soft I could crochet all day.”
Kathryn was the young girl’s name, there wasn’t a thread that she couldn’t tame.
Hours went by then the cushion was done. I smiled up at her. “I loved it, what fun!”
She looked down at me with wonder and pride. It made me feel warm and tender inside.
Instead of just throwing me into the hall she said with a smile “Next, maybe a shawl!”
Placing me carefully into a drawer she whispered “You rest now, I’ll be back for more.”