Ladies of the Tapestry

The Ladies of the Tapestry

The ladies of the tapestry,
they stitch and stitch all day.
One lady lost her finger,
In the tapestry to stay!

The ladies of the tapestry,
like pretzels they do bend.
They're on the floor all twisted up,
to reach, and stitch, and mend.

They go to school for five long years,
to learn about the trade,
of fixing cloth, feather,and shoe
in history, was made.

The ladies of the tapestry,
they work on things so old,
when they sat and stitched in silence,
oh the stories fabric told!

It told of men, many years past,
who stitched on these same threads.
Their eyes were sore, their bodies ached,
twelve hours before their beds.

These men of old, not well paid,
Tied to the loom all day,
had no idea the things they made,
hang on castle walls to stay.

Thank you dear ladies on the floor,
repairing thread by thread,
those tapestries from long ago,
to enjoy for years ahead.