“For winter nights I want a woolen hat!

My true love said - “I want it crocheted”

Use up the thick and dark green worsted wool

To match my jacket, for it’s getting cool”.



And so I crocheted, - crochet goes quick;

But first things first,- the hat had to be chic

And pert, and thus I picked the finest hook

While Stephen read from a computer book;

“For Dummies” and some sundry high tech stuff

Until I said: “You studied long enough!

Give it a rest for now and watch TV”!

Which he turned on, somewhat reluctantly.

“The wool is thick he said,- you crochet fast

I reckon that this sturdy hat will last

For many years to come and I am glad

You did not knit - for I prefer crochet..

In a short time his cocky hat was done,

And night and day my sweetheart had it on.

.

One night I came home late, for I had had

A choir rehearsal, - and he was in bed.

My hand groped for his head and I stooped low,

To plant a kiss upon my sweethearts brow.

But Lo! - the head felt oddly corpulent,

A bloated pear, - and in bewilderment

I touched and felt and fumbled round about,

And toweling and tissue wads rolled out,

But in the darkness I could clearly hear

A playful chuckle from the bed room’s rear :

Fear not!- no burglar here nor Peeping Tom

Steve‘s in his housecoat, he is home! he‘s home!..



But now he’s gone, he’s gone -, his woolen hat

Lies flat and limp upon the stripped down bed;

I hold it to my cheek in disbelief,

Then press it to my heart and weep and grieve;.

His odor lingers, clinging to it yet,

Of thriving hair roots, essences and sweat;

It penetrated deeply strands and mesh,

And brings the vision up of cherished flesh;

I plant upon this hat a tender kiss

Lord usher him into your joy and bliss!

The Crochet Hat Contributed by Elizabeth_Dandy on Tuesday, 19th November 2002 @ 04:00:00 PM in AEST Topic: Grief “For winter nights I want a woolen hat! My true love said - “I want it crocheted” Use up the thick and dark green worsted wool To match my jacket, for it’s getting cool”. And so I crocheted, - crochet goes quick; But first things first,- the hat had to be chic And pert, and thus I picked the finest hook While Stephen read from a computer book; “For Dummies” and some sundry high tech stuff Until I said: “You studied long enough! Give it a rest for now and watch TV”! Which he turned on, somewhat reluctantly. “The wool is thick he said,- you crochet fast I reckon that this sturdy hat will last For many years to come and I am glad You did not knit - for I prefer crochet.. In a short time his cocky hat was done, And night and day my sweetheart had it on. . One night I came home late, for I had had A choir rehearsal, - and he was in bed. My hand groped for his head and I stooped low, To plant a kiss upon my sweethearts brow. But Lo! - the head felt oddly corpulent, A bloated pear, - and in bewilderment I touched and felt and fumbled round about, And toweling and tissue wads rolled out, But in the darkness I could clearly hear A playful chuckle from the bed room’s rear : Fear not!- no burglar here nor Peeping Tom Steve‘s in his housecoat, he is home! he‘s home!.. But now he’s gone, he’s gone -, his woolen hat Lies flat and limp upon the stripped down bed; I hold it to my cheek in disbelief, Then press it to my heart and weep and grieve;. His odor lingers, clinging to it yet, Of thriving hair roots, essences and sweat; It penetrated deeply strands and mesh, And brings the vision up of cherished flesh; I plant upon this hat a tender kiss Lord usher him into your joy and bliss! . ... . . Copyright © Elizabeth_Dandy ... [ 2002-11-19 16:00:00] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem