The Masterpiece

My mother cut it out for me

And started it so I could see;

And then she turned some edges in

And let me take it to begin.

I made it. But did not know

How very hard it is to sew,

I took a long time for that stitch,

And now it's there, I don't know which

is better. But not one is small,

And they are not like at all.

That side was verу hard to fix;

And then the needle always pricks,

But you must hold it and take care;

Because the point is always there.

And knots keep coming, by and by;

And then, no matter how you try,

The thread comes out of its old eye.

But some way, now, I have it done,

I think it is a pretty one.