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Long Lives Lydia
Like Lydia of the Bible, she had found her niche
And landed the job she so long had craved.
It was to be a map for her success
As long as she behaved.
For the record, Annabelle had been given up,
Because her owners thought that she had come cheap,
Little had they known her true value
As the new owners who had dug into their pockets deep.
She came to the home quite dutiful,
Ready to relinquish her rights,
Even though it meant to have sat in a corner
As a spectacle or serve as mediator in past fights.
As duty demanded, Annabelle would relent,
Turning out pieces from A to Z,
Anything less would have been insulting
As she simply aimed to please.
Simply, she started off with aprons,
Then bodices, curtains and darns were next,
Followed by fashionable earrings and frocks,
Gloves and hosiery soon became part of the text.
Ingenious were her inventions
And she pelted them out with force,
Turning out ink-stained images on fabric, why?
For jewelry, kites, and loafers, of course.
Lameۘd moccasins were her specialty,
Though nonchalance was not;
Instead, she’d plunge into overcoats,
Adding to them a unique twist for a button – a knot.
Purple pans were filled with pins, quills and rosettes,
Lined up in a silver leaf tin,
These would add finesse to any of her projects,
Along with the delicate trim.
Unusual in character,
Virtuous in the Proverbs 31 wife,
Welcoming her demeanor,
X-static in her life
None other than Lydia, my sewing machine;
She’s my stitch to the finish line!
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