Crochet Sister

The next few posts will be an attempt to salvage items from my website, which with the closing of Geocities, will disappear next month.

Today's post is a poem written several years ago about the feeling of "sisterhood" (brothers welcome) among crocheters--around the world and throughout time.

"Crochet Sister"

She holds her hook just like me,

yarn passing through her hands.

She is very close to me

though perhaps in a distant land.

Yarn over, insert hook,

is she using blue or red?

Is her pattern in a book,

or a memory in her head?

Does she spin her own wool

from sheep she grazes on the hills?

Does she create for pleasure,

or crochet to pay the bills?

I don't know, we've never met,

perhaps we will some day;

and I'm sure I'll recognize her..

my "sister in crochet".