Listening to the old Singer,
no
not her,
the sewing machine
soothing me to sleep,

I'll probably wake up
with a pair of curtains
stitched to my feet.

Mother had one too
then she got a new-fangled
knitting machine
not
my kind of thing,

I used to like hearing her knitting needles
clicking together knowing that soon
I'd get a new cardigan,

the machine itself was made in Taiwan,
that too has gone,

change is everywhere.