Spools of thread and needles <br />Slipper cushions filled with pins <br />Some tipped with colored beads. <br />Grandma's sewing box was filled <br />with everything she seemed to need. <br /> <br />She would sit and darn Grandpa's stockings <br />Or maybe sew a button on a shirt or two. <br />She always seemed to know what color of thread to use <br />She always knew just what to do. <br /> <br />She would place a thimble on her finger <br />And with needle strung of colored thread. <br />She would push the needle very carefully in <br />What ever had needed, Grandma's special mend. <br /> <br />I would rummage through Grandma's sewing box <br />It was like a treasure chest she saved for me. <br />She would let me play with all the colored buttons <br />And tried to show me how to needle point <br />A butterfly and bunny scene. <br /> <br />She would take my little fingers <br />And thread my needle with thin pastel yarn. <br />I will always remember my Grandma's sewing box <br />And the times, I would visit her on the farm.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandma-s-sewing-box/
