Someone Else's Handiwork

The quilt upon my bed was stitched
By someone I don’t know.
My blue ceramic fish was formed,
Most likely, by a pro.

Some watercolors on my wall
Were painted by a friend
I met on a vacation
(Such good luck I’d recommend).

A wrought-iron scene, a stained-glass moon,
A mobile made of metal
All grace my home and help my mood
Improve to finer fettle.

I wonder if the artists think
About the crafts surrendered,
If it was worth the trade-off
For the compensation tendered.

I’d like to think they’re satisfied
That what they have created
Is there displayed in someone’s house,
Their talents celebrated.