Poetry of sorts

Fit

The hours of work,
crafting the items wildly.
All your expressions so full of perk,
only making me feel like some jerk.

The crafts you made were,
nonetheless, amazing.

They were made by yarn so soft.
To colors so bright.
I felt like it could keep me warm through the night.

But sadly,
I must say this.
The work you made would be great for a child,
and if it was ever able to fit on my head,
would be absolutely wild.

Even though it doesn't fit,
I am happy you made me this.
I remembered the good times with you,
giving me many events I missed.