Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Grandmas Craft Cottage

Grandma’s craft cottage was a magical place.
A room with thimbles, embroidery, beads, bits of lace.
Multifarious fat quarters were folded into neat little squares
There was always a hot iron close at hand.

We cousins loved stopping in to listen to a story.
Or tell one of our own, watching Granny’s nimble fingers create magic.
This was our haven, our heart, the epitome of our safe place.
Even though Grandma was gone now, her legacy remained.

Each one of us came by to tell Grandma how much we loved her.
For we felt her presence in this craft cottage
More than any other place we had been that day.
The church had given us no such comfort.

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Paula Goldsmith July 25, 2022 at 10:52 AM A magical write for a magical place. Wish I had been with you. Sounds like a ton of fun. Have wonderful day writing away............ Caren Krutsinger July 26, 2022 at 9:58 AM Thank you Paula

L Milton Hankins July 25, 2022 at 5:40 AM I have no doubt that there in the craft cottage was where Granny's spirit lingered...the place she loved so much, the place where she left so much creative energy. Caren Krutsinger July 26, 2022 at 9:58 AM I know my spirit will be in my art studio for hundreds of years after my death.