To the fabric of my Momma's heart
Today, I rise to treadle li'l soft,
For as I love my Momma sew
I've a notion just to zip across.

To her, I'll treadle li'l measured
Ease and clip her way, to slip,
All pressed to give, a li'l shy, cut up
Stash piled with seamly gifts.



I will treadle li'l wear-ily
Bobbin' dart with reel hole care,
To hook and eye my Momma
Facing up a notch to share.

I'll butt-on in her nap to stay
Pressed knot to pin her to the wall,
To reinforce the bias of my clasp
Of her beloved toile in all.



For when I needle li'l patchin'
Tension looms and I needle li'l love,
I treadle li'l to my Mother
As she needles me to come.

Today is mounting up a thank you
So to finish, I'll treadle li'l path,
Where the thread of all is underpinned
Gathered tightly in her heart.

Thanks For Visiting Momma Needles Me To Come
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