Someone Else's Handiwork

The quilt upon my bed was stitched By someone I don’t know. My blue ceramic fish was formed, Most likely, by a pro. Some watercolors on my wall Were painted by a friend I met on a vacation (Such good luck I’d recommend). A wrought-iron scene, a stained-glass moon, A mobile made of metal All grace my home and help my mood Improve to finer fettle. I wonder if the artists think About the crafts surrendered, If it was worth the trade-off For the compensation tendered. I’d like to think they’re satisfied That what they have created Is there displayed in someone’s house, Their talents celebrated.