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The Dressmaker

Her fingers are good, she can sew, she can thread.
She has time on her hands, now that her husband is dead.
Lillian Weber is past ninety nine,
she's on her last mission in a race against time.
She makes dresses for young girls that she'll never meet;
colorful frocks for the African heat.
Her goal is one thousand dresses, so fine,
by the day that she'll celebrate for the 100th time.

John F. McCullagh

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Topic(s) of this poem: old age

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Lillian Weber is a 99 year old seamstress who is hand producing 1000 dresses for a charity that provides clothing for young children in Africa. She had produced over 900 dresses so far and hopes to have made 1000 dresses by the time she celebrates her Centennial year. Now that is a Phenomenal woman.

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