A frock I like
a smocked one I admire
the intricacies that go with it
the stitches create a fascination
the minute ones need attention
not ordinary but concentrated
the small buds over there
look like stars with a twinkle
all done by hand with great skill
bless the hands that do these
I marvel at the work for long
each one looks so delicate
each one has a lovely felicitate
a handcraft not found in plenty
could turn a dying art if not cared
the skilled craftswomen be identified
a patronage has to be extended
if the craft has to prosper.
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