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Not sure if this is the right place to put this.

I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with an idea or thought that demands to be expressed. I normally give into them. Now I am not a writter, do not make any claims to be, But the other night this woke me up from a deep sleep and there was no going back to sleep till I had done something with it. But since it concerns crochet I thought I would share it with you. It's not very good but the sentiment means a lot to me.

 

I found my Crochet Hook

 

When I was young and fresh,

I found my crochet hook.

When I needed some quiet and time to think,

I found my crochet hook.

When first married and had more time than money,

I found my crochet hook.

When the military sent us far from home, with no friends or family close by,

I found my crochet hook.

When the kids where arriving and needed some clothes

I found my crochet hook.

When they wanted a toy or the doll to be dressed,

I found my crochet hook.

When the house needed decorated with just the right touch,

I found my crochet hook.

When I was tired and grumpy and needed to hide,

I found my crochet hook.

When proms came and we needed the shawl and a clutch,

I found my crochet hook.

When weddings came and it was time to dress up,

I found my crochet hook.

When the nest is empty and have hours to fill,

I found my crochet hook.

When a gift was needed and the budget wouldn't stretch,

I found my crochet hook

When I couldn't sleep and the night seemed to press,

I found my crochet hook.

When the grandchildren appeared and need to be spoiled,

I found my crochet hook.

When I needed some quiet and time to think,

I found my crochet hook.

So as I go through life, in good times and bad,

the one thing I have always been thankful for was,

I found my crochet hook.

 

 

By Kathryn A White

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Thank you for that beautiful poem.

My crochet hooks have helped me:

  • get ready for grandbabies
  • survive family illnesses and dementia
  • accompany my mother as she passed out of this life

Thank goodness for crochet!

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