The rhythm of the hook
As it moves the yearn around
Calls to me in whispers
A sweet familiar sound
My hand moves almost dreamlike
Without a thought or care
As I fashion something new
for someone cold to wear
Perhaps a scarf or cap
Maybe a blanket too
With each and ever stitch
I think of more to do
So when the cold wind blows
My yarn helps me to remember
Forgotten people all around
I am the one who's blessed
As my warm has stitch away
I pray the rhythm of my hook
Will help someone
In some small way.
As it moves the yearn around
Calls to me in whispers
A sweet familiar sound
My hand moves almost dreamlike
Without a thought or care
As I fashion something new
for someone cold to wear
Perhaps a scarf or cap
Maybe a blanket too
With each and ever stitch
I think of more to do
So when the cold wind blows
My yarn helps me to remember
Forgotten people all around
I am the one who's blessed
As my warm has stitch away
I pray the rhythm of my hook
Will help someone
In some small way.
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