WI am the fabric beneath my fingers From soft to stiff and blank to bright From leather to lace and black to beige New fabric is my blank canvas
The fibers grabs at my fingers
Clinging to my callous
It follows my instructions
Moving with my mind
I show it how to drape
And where the folds will go Sometime it cooperates Sometimes my work doesn’t show
Each stitch is apart of me Every thread a sign of work The fabric understands me Through all my hard work
Relentless hours spent
I never hear the clock
Tick tock, tick tock
Hours pass quick in my line of work
My inspiration is the future
My patterns are from the past True teachers left me long ago Yet the lessons remain the same
The clothes are a bonus The costumes are my life Sewing is my medicine Designing shows my mind
The perfect fabric picked
The pins they come and go The machines may conquer all My designs will last in me alone
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Assonance
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