Sewn

In a realm of cherished memories,

My Grandma, Moo-Moo, who loved to sew,

She had a heart of gold and a love that truly glowed,

Her needle danced upon the fabric, like a gentle breeze in spring,

Crafting garments soft and smooth, woven with love's tender string.

From tiny booties for newborn feet to beautiful matching dresses made with flair,

Her love poured into every seam, a gift beyond compare.

She stitched dreams into dresses and comfy PJs for a cozy stay-in day.

Each thread is a precious memory, woven in countless ways.

Though she may have passed away, her spirit lingers on,

In the clothes that she made, her legacy lives strong.

Soft velvety fabrics still whisper her name, as we hold them near,

Each piece is a testament to a love that will never disappear.

For in every garment, she sewed: Made with tender loving care by Moo-Moo

Moo-Moo’s legacy of stitches, woven with love divine,

Ensures that her memory, forever in our hearts, will shine.