A needle
threaded by help of
new readers
lays easy in my hand
sliding stitches full of color
in and out. Today I
will only think
about sewing (I think),
so an unstained shirt
is worn. In between
stitches, I see glue is
needed right now
to keep loose ends
together. Before its
stickiness has time to
dry, I wonder if another
layer of paint should be
put on that board waiting
in the corner. Oh, and those
strips need chalked along
the edges. Content,
I wipe my hands before
getting back to my needle.
Another paint shirt is born
hand printed with colors
lifted from life. Don't
suggest an apron, I
was only going to sew.
6 comments:
Please tell me I'm not alone. Please? :) hahahaha.
I love it.....I relate. More about grease from the dinner I wasn't going to create. Another shirt bites the dust....
This is wonderful, Kathleen!
Been there done that, more than once. Great poem!
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How delightful!
I have several such shirts and always looking for new ones to adorn!
Very good, such a visual trip into your world. you need a coat rack in your work room to hang these treasures on .
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