Oh, to be a Hooker #Prose4T 

Sometimes I share my crochet journey on here, it makes me pleased when I finish an item.  I couldn’t crochet a thing beyond “wriggly worms” until I went to a crochet group in February.  It’s enjoyable now, even if the thought of following a pattern scares me! 

I’ve written a little poem, linking in with #Prose4T this week:

“Oh, to be a Hooker!

I went along to crochet group, not sure if I’d be able.
Hook and yarn ready, nervous at the table

I “went fishing”, got tangled in my wool, 
Being left handed crocheting right handed, I felt like a fool.

It got smoother as I practised, my hook flying quicker, 
Not confident enough to take my eyes off it whilst doing a treble, apart from a quick flicker.

I tried making a shawl, which turned into a throw, 
Not following a pattern (silly me), it grew row by row (and row).

Crochet group now something I go to every week, 
No longer feeling silly, no longer feeling meek.

We are all pop along and show off our “makes”, 
There’s coffee, tea and biscuits, sometimes even cakes.

And now I crochet on the bus, I hook along on a train, 
Clattering past destinations, in the sun or in the rain.

At a spare moment, that hook comes peeping out, 
It relaxes and de-stresses me, of that there is no doubt.

I’ve done it, I can crochet (well, kind of), working out that “thang” 
It’s official, I’m a Hooker, I’m in the gang!”

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