Heidi Palmer

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Sewing Needle Blues

These eyes of mine ain’t all they used to be;
these eyes of mine ain’t all they used to be.
I’ve got some fancy bifocals;
I take ’em off to see.

I’ve got a pile of mending five feet high;
I’ve got a pile of mending five feet high.
The way my days are going,
it’ll be here when I die.

My needle’s got an eye that’s too damn small;
my needle’s got an eye that’s too damn small.
You need to use a microscope
to see the hole at all.

The Lord could slip a camel through that hole;
the Lord could slip a camel through that hole,
but I can’t coax a thread through it
to save my mortal soul.

My daughter greets me with a worried frown;
my daughter greets me with a worried frown:
“You’re either blind or crazy, Mom;
your needle’s upside down!”

Heidi Palmer is a writer, church musician, and retired music theory instructor from southeastern Wisconsin. Her lifelong love of rhythm and rhyme has led her to take deep dives into fluid combinations of music and poetry. In her free time, Heidi enjoys writing songbooks for her grandchildren and taking long walks with her husband, Fred, and their dog Cooper.