Alex I Askaroff

Alex has spent a lifetime in the sewing industry and is considered one of the foremost experts of pioneering machines and their inventors. He has written extensively for trade magazines, radio, television, books and publications world wide. Over the last two decades Alex has been painstakingly building this website to encourage enthusiasts around around the Globe.

One night I had a fitful sleep and in the restless hours I had this dream

THE ANGELS TEAR

It was a tear that fell from heaven,

And as it lay upon the fresh earth

A child happened to look into its mirrored light

He saw a reflection of his soul.

A young clear soul full of hope,

Hope for all the fresh faced youth.

But the tear that had fallen from heaven

Had come from the cheek of an angel.

She had seen mans brutality and cried,

Then flew into the heart of the burning sun.

Of this he knew not, and lifting her tear

 Took it to a quiet shady glade,

 Placed it upon the leaf of a wild flower,

Then blew it a kiss as he walked away.

Darkness fell, the glade in moonlight shone.

Pixies danced around the tear in sombre mood

For they knew the pain that it held within.

They gently raised it up back to heavens door,

Where a cupid carefully ran with it to God.

He in quiet reflection gazed upon the angel’s tear,

And saw mans brutality, he reached for the sun,

To search for his fallen angel, but she was no more.

In a sudden fit of anger and rage,

He darkened the surface of our World.

The child stared up at the stars in wonderment.

In that instant God saw his mistake

And put the Universe back in proper order.

For with the innocence of every child

Lay's the hope for all mankind.

A I. Askaroff

Fancy a funny read: Ena Wilf  & The One-Armed Machinist

A brilliant slice of 1940's life: Spies & Spitfires

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