knowing that my girl is an 11 yr old trumpeter,
sent her this stitch marker.
sj was so moved by the gift that she composed a song:
(you’ll have to imagine the bouncy little tune):
i have a little trumpet, one that i cannot play.
it’s kind of itty bitty, but i do not complain
i cannot play a duet. it cannot play a note,
but i can knit a pink and purple polka dotted tote.
i have a little trumpet. it is too small to play,
but when it come to knitting, my trumpet saves the day.
i use it for my stitches. i use it for my rows.
so, i can knit a fuzzy sock to cover up my toes.
i have a little trumpet, one i would like to play.
when i use it for knitting, i shout hip hip hooray.
even if i cannot play: a note, a cheer, a song…
i can knit a sweater where the sleeves are way too long.
poem by sj, inspired by the little trumpet stitch marker.