You are a ball for all seasons,
a dear bosom friend
for so many reasons.
Burglars would never look
inside of you
to find buried treasures,
diamond jewels and other gems,
gold coins too
are safe within your strands
when you’re stuck with needles,
masquerading as a pincushion
in our sewing baskets.
We throw you at a husband
instead of a rolling pin,
then tie you softly on a
child’s wrist,
and gently reign him in.
You make our cats go crazy,
a fun little ball
children don’t find
useless, but
bounce you on the floor.