From the heart

As her pale frame looms over the shuttle
And she carefully rivets her fingers
A small drop of sweat drops from her forehead
Eyes darting to the material
Not daring to look away
Overwhelmed with diligence
Still fingering away
As each color falls into place
The picture comes to life
She extends her joints
To finish this masterpiece
Although it looks cheap
It is from the heart
And that's more
Than mere objects
Even the richest one
Can give