Britches

Oh! these silly britches
I'll have to talk to grandma 
they need new stitches
and a nip, and a tuck
I love the way she fixes things
she has that special touch.

I'll bring to her a sewing basket
with all the needles and threads
and while she is sewing them
I can eat some of her fresh baked 
breads.

She always glad to fix things for
me and my sister Ray and always
has a smile for us at any time
of the day.

When our britches begin to hang to
low, we always know where to show,
Grandma's house, that is right
Come on Ray, lets go.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Williams Avatar
April 14, 2015 at 3:15 AM
There's no doubt about those grandmas, they sure knew how to sew. My mum used to use a pedal one, a different era. Keep up the good work Sharon, it is sew good......kind regards----John
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April 17, 2015 at 3:10 PM
I've always sewn by hand when it comes to the grandbabies. They love to sit and talk with me while I sew. Each time another special moment with them, be it britches or stuffed animals. Love the pedal on my own time ha, ha, ha. Have a great weekend....Sharon G.
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