I received this poem this morning from an friend and the author was marked Anonymous but, I had to share!
The fabric has a story.
It may have been chosen for a quilt that was never made, or perhaps it’s remnants of a homemade Easter dress. It could’ve been passed from owner to owner or even bought with the expressed intent to make a cool mask. The sewist assessed its mask worthiness and thought it would be perfect.
The sewist who made it is tired.
She’s been sewing for days she tires of the monotony. She pricked her fingers with pins and sliced her knuckles with rotary cutters, yet she continues to make masks for you.
It was worth every penny.
Whether you brought it for $5 or $15, you paid market value for someone’s materials, time, and talent. If you received it for free, it has already been paid for with the owner’s charity and hope.
The sewist made it to help you, but it’s helping her too!
She decided the best way to work through the situation was to protect all of us.
The maker is being flooded with requests.
People who haven’t spoken to her in years are calling to chat and asked for a mask. She’s being offered money to make more than she can handle sometimes it’s enough sometimes it’s not. If she’s got too many to make, she won’t turn you down because she wants to help you.
It will make her smile when she sees you wearing it.
She’ll remember the fabric or batch and may even tell you it was one of her favorites. She’ll smile knowing that in the most difficult of times, she has a skill that so many value.
It should give you hope for a better world.
In a situation where members of our community, our struggling, others have risen up, offered their time and talents to provide what they can. It means there is hope for humanity supporting one another and that people genuinely do care for one another.
