2 Hands,6 Needed Poem by WIN VENTURA

Two hands, but they work like six,
Turning every stitch with magic tricks.
Like a little machine, they move so fast,
Creating memories that forever last.

While the world sleeps in peaceful dreams,
I stitch together my colourful streams.
Some wait with smiles, some wait with care,
For a little piece of love I prepare.

My fingers ache, my hands may tire,
But passion keeps burning like a fire.
Every minute, every thread, every part,
Carries the speed, my energy, my patience, my heart.

I give my time, I give my soul,
Each little creation becomes my goal.
No machine can make the love I send,
Because every stitch shows where my heart has been.

Two hands, one heart, endless art to share,
A piece of my life is woven there.
That's why the beauty will always stay,
Because handmade carries the maker's day. 🧶🌸

By: - WIN VENTURA