INSTRUCTION
My hands that guide a needle
In their turn are led
Relentlessly and deftly
As a needle leads a thread.
In their turn are led
Relentlessly and deftly
As a needle leads a thread.
Other hands are teaching
My needle; when I sew
I feel the cool, thin fingers
Of hands I do not know.
My needle; when I sew
I feel the cool, thin fingers
Of hands I do not know.
They urge my needle onward,
They smooth my seams, until
The worry of my stitches
Smothers in their skill.
They smooth my seams, until
The worry of my stitches
Smothers in their skill.
All the tired women,
Who sewed their lives away,
Speak in my deft fingers
As I sew to-day.
Who sewed their lives away,
Speak in my deft fingers
As I sew to-day.
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