You call me

You call me
up and ask
me to come
over with
my sewing
machine.
You need some
things fixed.
some old shirts.
old pants and
maybe some curtains.
I have sewed some
things for you
before and they
have come
out beautiful.
I arrive at
your house
and you have
the most lovely
fabric
sitting
out for me.
As I sew
you watch me.
I love the way
you fold that seam.
I love the detail,
I love the attention
you give.
It is so nice to
watch you.
You say to me.
You smile at
me
so sweetly.
Hours go by and
your fabric
is all used up.
We are all
done.
The service has
been provided.
You seem very
happy with what
you got.
As I am packing
up my things,
you offer me
a glass of water.
I sip and say
thank you.
I should not
be picky...
A client is a client.
At my age..I should be
thankful.
To get the work.
As you rush me
out the door,
you tell me you
will call me if
you need more
sewing.
You know I
have more to
offer than just
sewing.
I paint, dance
bike and hike.
You do not seem
to care.
As I get in my
jeep and drive
away...I think
to myself..
I would love
you to call me
for something
else.
Maybe a movie.
Maybe I am not
that kind of girl...
But I want to be.