The Rhythm Of The Hook

I received this poem about crochet the other day via email from the Knit4charities group I belong to. Just had to share it

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.