If I could see her just once more
The way she looked so long ago
When I was young and so was she
And I loved to watch her sew

Her feet were busy as she treadled
That old Singer sewing machine
The whirring, humming and pedaling
Was part of her daily routine

Her nimble fingers guided the prints
As she sewed on bows and laces
To make us dresses so pretty and bright
Smiles lit up our little faces

Sweat beaded on her forehead
And her eyes were sharp and keen
While wisps of hair curled 'round her face
As she bent over that machine

Deep in thought, her beautiful face
Showed the hard work of her labors
To bring in a little extra money
She sewed for many neighbors

Wearing homemade bloomers and dresses
We didn't realize that we were blessed
With every stitch our mother sewed
To keep such a big family dressed

If I could see her just once more
I'd let her know that I now realize
How hard she worked with little reward
And the worry that showed in her eyes

For all the sacrifices that she made
Before she went to Heaven's shore
I will thank her silently in my heart
Till I can speak to her once more

Kathleen McCoy EldridgeŠ
March 5, 2007
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Music: "We'll Meet Again"

Sequenced By : Frank (Grandpa) Schober
Used With Permission

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