Sitting behind a table at the craft
show
tatting the hours into moments,
reminiscing with strangers
while demonstrating tatting.
Tatting the hours into moments,
making snowflakes and angel ornaments,
cross bookmarks and wreaths laying on
the table
being looked at and sold to passersby.
Reminiscing with strangers
about grandmothers who tatted,
the special pieces saved and lost,
and how they never learned.
While demonstrating tatting
to my visiting friend from
Pennsylvania,
making new, and seeing old friends,
sitting behind a table at the craft
show.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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