The room of dreams

In this very room were creations made for

Children yet to be born, holidays to be celebrated

With fingers once smooth and nimble

Now gnarled and bent

So hard to grasp the depth of one’s feelings

Dreaming, creating proper attire

For cherished loved ones

The spigot of imagination never slowed by time

Only age would tamper production

Dare say fifty years ago, twenty year from now

This room will look the same

As the artist never ceases to imagine

Her models in their newest attire

Around all of us

Are gifts like the seamstress

Christmas year round

Frank X Cameron 12/25/2020 frankxcameron.com Copyright

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