She delights in the time when her silken thread
Can be plied from the visions inside of her head
Days spent in solitude and nights spent with her art
Making beautiful designs that speak from her heart
She may be a soldier a mother or just one who enjoys
Needles and scissors and fine linen as her toys
The beautiful designs whose worth can't be measured
Heirlooms to be passed down for generations to be treasured
Todays world is so busy with praise for money and youth
While devaluing the value of honest love and the truth
Yet she works her magic not caring for a finish date nor knowing
Most important is the peace in her heart from her sewing
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