Over 10 years ago at my bridal shower I was gifted my late grandmas crochet pouch from my aunt that contained a blanket that my grandma started crocheting over 20 years ago. The entire time Iβve had it I knew I wanted to finish it for my mom, but I was terrified to both mess it up and part ways with it as it is the only unfinished project left from her hook. This year for Christmas I finally worked up the courage to finish it and gift it to my mom. The best gifts are handmade by those you love. π€
Thankyou to everyone for your help in figuring out the stitches used and sizing opinions. Itβs safe to say there wasnβt a dry eye in the room and she loved it!
I gifted it to her with this poem.
A generational love
My journey began in the hands of your mother
Who poured a love into me unlike any other
Over twenty years ago I was sadly set aside
Never knowing my destination, or if Iβd ever arrive
Aunt Kathy held onto me for many many moons
Not ever thinking that one day Iβd arrive to you
For years I have been in your motherβs crochet pouch
The one I once sat in next to her on her couch
Until one day a new set of hands and a hook
Brought me back to life and completed my look
I started out white and then changed to blue
A final white row, was all your mother could do
Every row of ivory was done by your daughter
With the skill of crochet that your mother once taught her
The single row of red your daughter added to me
As a symbol of the love the two share between
Your daughter spent over ten years thinking of me
Knowing one day Iβd become complete
She just had to build up the courage to start
Because completing my rows just pulled at her heart
Sheβd always known my destination was you
She just needed to process that our journey together was through
As she placed the final stitches, tears rolled down her face
She knew in her heart I was going to a very special place
Although she is sad my journey with her is complete
She finds comfort in knowing youβll now be with me
I was made by the hands of those that you love
One of them is here with you, the other resides above
So, when we cozy up together on your couch late at night
Feel the love of your mother and daughter that my stitches unite
I love you mom.
CR : Coral Bostick
