Yarn hoarder’s confession

 

Street vendor by trade

Crocheting hats with a

Madame Defarge intensity

Seven years I sold them

 

Now laden with too much

Yarn purchased on sale

I appear a hoarder unwilling

To part with smart purchases

 

Hats of my own design

Unable to follow formal

Instructions lost on me

I had made up my own

 

Now Granny squares

Has become my therapy

The same square in

Infinite colors now hundreds

 

As yet not unified the

Squares are mounting up

In bags hidden from view

Until one day

 

Perhaps to circumnavigate

This failing planet to

Cozy it up with comfort

That only Granny can offer

 

TobeTT  # 17