I have some talents
Am I one born creative?
I doubt if I am!
I love doing needle work
even when it is time to cook
I could crochet with my nimble fingers
even when the aroma of stew lingers
I create in the blanket designs of nature
for a hapless baby with bleak future
That cannot make out the intricate patterns I weave
for the motherless baby of my friend whom I grieve
I love to make all types of cookies and cakes
In various designs and colors with delicious icing
as yummy as what a regular baker makes
Their aroma makes the neighbourhood drooling
I love to write all my thoughts and dreams
That keep flowing like gentle streams
Be they short stories or verses that rhyme
They engage my mind most of the time
Knitting, baking and writing keeps my soul alive
Keeping me ever busy as I strive
wondering sometimes at my rich and varied life
I keep asking am I really born creative?
Written for Haiku Heights