Making'

With hands that shape and mold and form,

I bring my visions to life, to swarm.

From raw materials, I craft with care,

And watch as something new begins to share.

The joy of making, it never grows old,

In the process, I find my peace,

A sense of pride, my soul releases.

With every stitch, every stroke, every line,

I pour my heart, my soul, my mind.

I make to express, to create, to share,

To bring a smile, to show I care.

In the making, I find my happy place,

Where time stands still, and love takes its space.