Home Alone
Here I am, home alone,
I do not whinge or moan,
I have wool and yarn.
For patterns, I do not go far,
Crafters do not need company,
We occupy time quite merrily,
Even if this is Irish craft,
Might be in the bin, I laugh,
So I scribble more poetry,
Home alone with no company!
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2021
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