Cute poem to share
I pray someday at heaven’s gate I may in glory stand,
A crown perhaps upon my head, but a needle in my hand.
I never learned to sing or play so let no harp be mine;
From childhood to my dying day, fine sewing’s been my line.
Therefore accustomed all my life to making useful stitches
I’ll be content if asked to mend the little angels’ britches.
Author unknown.
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Comment by Irene Gallway 1 hour ago -
I love it and I agree with Barb. It would make a good sewing room wall hanging
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Comment by Barb/WI on September 7, 2017 at 6:48pm -
That one would be sweet hanging in my sewing room...thanks for sharing :-D
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Comment by Pam/NY on September 7, 2017 at 7:26am -
Love it!!!
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Comment by ranchmom/OR on September 6, 2017 at 4:24pm
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Oh, that is wonderful.
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Comment by Barbara Graham on September 4, 2017 at 12:57pm -
Ahhh, that is sweet.
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Comment by Peggy Stuart on September 4, 2017 at 8:10am -
Sweet!
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