"My Mama Sews for Me"

         The toddler twirled happily, her ruffled skirt billowing.  “My Mama sews for me.”

         Waltzing 'cross the floor, she’s belle of the ball.  “My Mama sews for me.”

         She floats down the aisle on her Daddy’s arm; flawless in beauty, her smile says it all:  “Thanks are not enough, Mama, for all you’ve done for me.”