The sound of those old sewing machines
whirring away like miniature factories
brings back memories of better times
when clothes were made out of feed sacks
hand-me-downs were common and
when mother’s held their families together
stitch by stitch
with nothing more than patience
and selfless Love.
Great poem Neil!!
The sound of those old sewing machines
whirring away like miniature factories
brings back memories of better times
when clothes were made out of feed sacks
hand-me-downs were common and
when mother’s held their families together
stitch by stitch
with nothing more than patience
and selfless Love.
That’s lovely!
Love the imagery of mothers holding families together stitch by stitch.