Tasked with the impossible
on the day of the occasion,
I need a new inventor to create
a thing for sharpening poen needles.
Stitching and running, I employ
the hemming stitch. I back stitch
to finish a task with these three
I get on with the task to sew the
back and front only to find I have
the dullest of niddles. Don't blame
me or the poem for the niddles did it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! Don’t we all feel that way. At times I want to go back to my quilting or just repairing some old dress!