You shape with skillful hands and eyes,
Your needle weaves and bobbin flies,
And simple threads with which you start,
Become the stitch and hem of Art.
Yes, by your efforts all is made good,
I’ll-fitting clothes fit like they should,
And what was once unshapely mess,
Becomes perfected through finesse.
Note: I posted this poem some months back, but with the inclusion of the recital I'm hoping the community finds some additional value. Thanks for reading and perhaps listening.