Ode To Crocheting How I Love True

HOW I LOVE CROCHETING....HOW IT RELAX ME SO.... EVERY TIME I USE MY CROCHET HOOK.... I'M SOMEWHERE ELSE...FAR AWAY I LOOK... WHETHER I'M DOWN IN WONDERLAND.... WHETHER I'M IN A SILK RED GOWN,LIKE IN OUT LANDER...IN SCOTLAND.... WHETHER I'M DAY DREAMING OF A MUCH BETTER LIFE.... FAR,FAR,AWAY IN BRIGADOON...AS SOMEONE'S FUTURE WIFE.... OR EVEN IN A COUNTRY FARM HOUSE WITHIN MY DREAMS.... WHILE I CROCHETING ANYTHING....ISN'T WHAT IT SEEMS.... CROCHETING IS MY FAVORITE DRUG.... AT LEAST IT KEEPS AWAY FOOLISH WHORES AND THUGS.... LIFE IS WAY TOO DAMNED SHORT TO BE SWEEPING UP SOMEBODY ELSE'S RUGS.... FROM A BABY SACK OF RAINBOW COLORS DELIGHT.... TO A TINY WEE CHILD'S CLOAK...VERY WARM FOR A VERY COLD NIGHT.... A WHITE WEDDING CLOAK....YES,I MADE THAT,TOO..... AND EVEN MULTI~COLORED PATCHES...FOR A BLANKET,I HELPED LADY SUE... MUFFIN CAPS,AND EVEN SHAWL WRAPS... AND I'VE EVEN CROCHETED,UNTIL I TOOK A NAP... HAPPINESS,IN THIS ART I DO.... I EVEN BEEN INSPIRED BY A CLOAK MADE BY FIRST NATION INDIANS AT THE OAKLAND MUSEUM OF CALIFORNIA...AND I'M STILL NOT THROUGH.... CROCHETING EVEN SAVED MY LIFE.... BARELY A YEAR I JOINED BEFORE MY BELOVED MOTHER HAD DIED... THIS BE MY TRIBUTE TO WHAT I DO... LIFE IS WONDERFUL,THROUGH AND THROUGH.... HARD TIMES COME...AND HARD TIMES GO.... BUT,CROCHETING...IN TRUTH FULFILLS MY SOUL.... THIS BE MY HAPPINESS...THIS BE MY GOAL.... CROCHETING IS A HELL OF A DRUG...THAT I MUST CONFESS.... IT FULFILLS MY NIRVANA...NO LESS...!