At around five
My big sister decided
I needed to learn how to read
Crochet and knitting
Became part of the deal
Over the years
A love of books grew
Little needles hooked
Caps green and gold
Primary school of old
Jumble jerseys in the mix
Endless pairs of fuzzy sox
Provided well needed therapy
An escape from going crazy
Paying forward free
Now around forty-five
My baby-sister
Plays with me
In virtual reality
We have a knitting bee
Surfing patterns on the net
Casting on and off
Ripping up small mistakes
This humble endowment
Keeps on giving
Charity bin needles pointy
Cotton tangles can any project
To useless items wrangle
Creative creations
A collective dare
Valued
This gift from sister Care
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2011-08-22
Virtual reality: I love my computer because my
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