Crocheting
I watched my Mom...crocheting,
With yarn and with a hook.
So interesting it was to me,
To see the bites it took.
I saw the ball unwinding,
As it lay upon the floor.
At the rate the hook was eating,
She soon would need some more.
So beautiful was the pattern,
I watched the stitches leave.
How much it added every time,
I hardly could believe.
I thought how much like living,
Delightsome from above.
Were the stitches of persistance,
And the little fluffs of love.
But there must come a reckoning,
Just like the ball of string.
The adding up of stitches,
Must be a finished thing.
E.P. 1908 - 1989
Family - pillowcase crocheted by Stella Leonora Severe Hunter in approximately 1970.
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