I should have boughtthis old foot stool.
Now that I look even closer
at the handmade tufts of colorful fabric,
and the artistic blending
of so many textures,
I have to admit
I wish it was mine.
But I can let it go knowing
it is bound to make
someone else equally happy
from head to toe,
just as it probably did
for its first owner ages ago.
I wonder whose hands crafted it,
whose mind imagined it,
whose heart knew such beauty
could exist
even in something as simple
as a stool.
Bravo!
