stitches in time

I can see them now

Mothers cutting-out scissors

sacred item

heavy in her delicate fingers

snipping at the edges of paper patterns

so flimsy and soft as the tissues she used

to wipe my little girl nose in winter time.

 

Now, more than half a life away

in kept memories of her 

opening and closing the metal jaws

steady as ever

along chalk lines of home-made designs

according to my infant sizes

 

each piece trimmed so accurately

hand-stitched so perfectly

unneeding of any adjustment whatsoever

that when parading each floral creation outside

among my envious playmates

( as Mum watched from the window )

was not only a matter of wearing the dresses themselves

but also of wearing the more beautiful,

the more meaning albeit invisible garment

of Motherly pride that I wore then and always will.  

 

 

 

◄ GENTLE JESUS (or) jEaLOuS jIM

to a great inspirer ►

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Rose Casserley

Fri 9th Aug 2019 10:19

how we miss those make do mums eh Lisa? forgive the patting of ones own head Don, but in this case, re the title, I think I have arrowed the bullseye-cheers both + Dev.







Rose 💋

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Don Matthews

Thu 8th Aug 2019 00:29

So nice Rose......title well selected

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Lisa C Bassignani

Wed 7th Aug 2019 20:23

Rose, my mother made all my clothes when I was little. My sisters and I were always the best dressed. The clicking scissors , chalk lines and flimsy tissue paper bring back wonderful memories

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