Felting poem

[Gerry Santos]

Hi Yall! Someone left this lovely poem on needle felting on my blog as an entry in my comment contest. Isn't it perfect! Don't we all feel that way! She said she'd be honored if I shared it! Enjoy! GERRY   I sit here in my quiet space Putting aside the day I’ve faced Eagerly pulling my basket out This is MY moment without a doubt. So soft, the fiber between my fingers I only wish this time could linger For so many ideas run through my mind If only I could find a little more time! In and out the needle goes What shape is next? Maybe toes? Maybe eyelashes, or a tiny pout…. Alas, evening turns night…time has run out! Yet tomorrow is another day, I’ll do my work and then I’ll play! I’ll sit there in my quiet space and felt away the day I faced. ~cea~

[shishie]

I love this, it is just great!

[KarenKrafts]

That is such a fantastic poem! It is *exactly* how I feel about
needle felting. I don't think she could have captured it more
perfectly. (:
-karen