Granny’s sew

All the Knick’s and the knacks
The sown threads of love
The yarn of the thread embroidered with her sent
Time is sent and gone
No more to come
All I know is that she can sure sew
From pants to shirts
To any hole or tear
To any creation
She can make
No matter what state
She makes it all better
Even as good as her potato batter
As polish as it gets
My bush-ah to yours
As lucky as the Irish
May green spring stay
As one day
You’ll be sown into me