Country Colored Memories
Her fingers moved to and fro
The fabric from her table flowed
She always had a fine design
Her handy work was so divine
There never was a seamstress
Who could make a finer dress
Even those who were nimble
could never hold a thimble
To Sherry O’ Sew
I have a sweet niece who’s a special womanWhen she was small she always seemed timid Always hanging in the back of a groupShe never was at the head of the troup She quietly stood back and took it all...
Sitting quietly in theshadows of the morning, Watching the starsLights as they are blinking No people sounds; most tucked in tightWaiting for the alarm of light A masterpiece in front of meNo paintbrush stroke could ever free The images across...
Loving your child is unconditionalimperfections and all The days of their youth storedIn your upstairs memory doors Memories of picnics and lazy daysGlad you took the time to play The way she held her headThe smile revealed love was said...
Laundry day In a family, there is a lot of sharing A whole lot of taking, giving, and caring Fourteen children all take turns It makes sense someone gets spurned So, at the beginning of every laundry week I would...
You too sis
That’s so sweet! I’m ready to sew like the wind. Just got to get my household under control. I love you.