A Conversation in Stitches

A Conversation in Stitches.

Sewing is like a lonely morning.

Spent at a table,

With a group of people around you.

While you think by yourself.

The machine sings a comforting song.

The whirr of the bobbin,

Thread weaving with a chirp through fabric.

Lulling you into a dream.

Sewing, a lovely lady.

Sitting through the afternoon sipping tea,

A polite conversation in clicks, and clacks in a stream.

Keeping you company in the warmth of the sun.

Sewing’s calming tone.

Entraps you with its words.

Luring you closer as it whispers sweet nothings,

And ends your loneliness with its company.