from my mother:

Woke up at three and made birds.
No, I don’t know why,
They are sticky and soulless now
But I will add life to them later,
After they dry.

Yesterday I tackled my old nemesis,
There are places now
In coats where buttons go snugly
I can make moss green larger needs be
You can decide

We need a final try on this weekend,
So I can do hems.
I started a slip, but need the dress to finish.
And my brain is less than perfect at 5:24
So I quit trying to rhyme, or even meter.

It’s amazing how much time I spent writing yesterday,
and still made cookies and coats and slips.
I posted some things on the blog
if you want to see how it went.

I’m buying all final food this weekend, except fresh
and Dad finally realized he needs a rather large suit
And wants to find it on sale
In time for the ceremony
I only wish he didn’t snore.

I may have to go with the dress I got on ebay,
but it’s too dark
and I need shoes and jewelry
not to mention better sense
Than to write email at this hour with no sleep.

How does son and daughter-in-luv work for you?
I rather like the sound
and I am still grasping for words to explain how we are related.

Hugs from MOM

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