Fiber on the Porch
The wooden steps were wide and few
That led up to the porch
Where not a few had made the path
To gather there and find
A place of kindness, safety, love
On which their crafts to ply.
They came for comfort, support and fun
They came to be a part
Of what could only be called a ‘clutch’
Of creative learning souls
All hoping to be seen and to see
The crafts that they had brought.
No age too small, no age too great
Were welcome on the porch
They came from all around the globe
To share their smiles and thoughts.
Through many seasons; bright and bold,
To those with tears and grief,
Not only crafts were shared
But hearts, burdens and souls were found.
Week after week, year after year
They gathered faithfully
To laugh, to cry, to open minds to
New ways to be done.
All eagerly awaited each new time
To see what could be done.
Some always came, some when they could
To give and to receive
The creative ‘juices’ that they needed
Or encouragement to just keep on.
No idea too small, or innovation too great
Inspired them all ‘forward on’.
But change it comes, and change it did
As weeks passed into years
The porch became a silent place
Where lives were intertwined,
Enriched, and forever unchanged.
Lynette Eremic is a lover of knitting, learning new things, and gifting what she makes.
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