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):
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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.
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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.
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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.
‘trumpet’ taken from 10:2 in numbers.
poem by sj, inspired by the little trumpet stitch marker.
SJ that is a dear sweet song!! I have three sons who play trumpet in my family, all grown up men now. 🙂 The other son plays percussion. I can tell from your song that you love your little trumpet a lot.You have super talent at writing songs!
From another whose initials are SJ,
samm
hi SJ. Thanks I’m glad you liked it. I was lying on my back on my bed and just thought of it. from SJ
I think it is safe to say that no stitch marker ever inspired a more cheerful or clever ode! And what a gift to be able to appreciate even the tiny good things in life. Good job, sweet girl!
Thank you for the trumpet, Carol. I think it’s cool and I’m glad you like the poem. SJ