Mum’s Sewing Machine

Whatever the fashion I’d tell my mum
And she’d get out her trusty machine
She’d run something up at the speed of a gun
Make a dress that she never had seen
But mum’s been gone a long old time
Her empty chair is cold
Her sewing machine no longer shines
And her little girl is old

©️jj 2024

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