As I get older, I tend to drift
To thoughts of long ago
A favorite one that comes to mind
Was watching Mother sew



She'd thread up that old Singer™
Have a cup of coffee nearby
Then move both feet in unison
To make the treadle fly



She tried to keep her scissors
Hidden from plundering hands
But we'd use them to cut paper
And she'd sharpen them again



Mother never had the best utensils
But she took it with a smile
Using cheap and mismatched fabrics
She turned out frocks with style



Pillow cases with hand embroidery
Crocheted scarves and table cloths
Made our old house look fancy
With used furniture that she bought



Ah, yes, I remember our Mother
And how she taught us all to sew
As I let my old mind reminisce
With my thoughts of long ago



Kathleen McCoy Eldridge
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