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The very last category in the Featured Pictures section of Wikimedia Commons is Animations. This animation of a sewing machine completing a lockstitch opened the door on a flood of memories of my mother, her little black Singer sewing machine, and all of the clothes she made for me and my dolls.
In my notebook, I jotted:
me by the front door
Easter Dress
daisies, yellow sash, folded socks, white patent leather shoes
eighth inch buttons on Barbie's clothes
patterns--tissue--pins--pinking shears
(It was at about this point that I started crying, and I didn't stop until my poem was done. Who knew that the animation of a sewing machine's stitch could unleash such a flood of memories?)
precision, measured
constant
love
And here's my poem:
A MOTHER'S LOVE
A mother's love:
measured in yards
of fabric on the dining room table
and rows of eighth inch
doll clothes buttons.
A mother's love:
tissue-patterned
with traditions and rituals,
lockstitching the seams
of son-daughter-husband-family.
A mother's love:
made from scratch,
sturdy and functional, but embellished
with rick rack and sequins
and pearl head snaps.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2013
From Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind):
We work in conjunction,
you and I,
collaborators on this intricate design.
As you step up,
I move down;
as you dance in,
I shuffle out.
We shift gears in lock-step,
sewing together this family
with threads from the tapestry
of our own parents' history ...
genetics as the glue that binds.
©Kevin Hodgson, 2013
From Carol (Carol's Corner)
"Sewing Lesson"
Grandma Grace
detrains
in a stunning
cardinal red wool coat.
"She made it herself,"
my mother says.
"I didn't inherit the sewing gene,
But she can teach you to sew."
At the fabric store
we sit on high stools
perusing the willowy brunette models
in wide swirling skirts
that spin across the pages
of the Butterick and Simplicity catalogues.
I imagine twirling through the halls
at James Madison Elementary School
my own wide spinning skirt.
Grandma Grace commandeers
the dining room table
and we pin rustling paper patterns
to colorful cotton cloth.
My grandmother exhorts me
to cut carefully
makes me re-pin
more than once.
I draw blood and
Grandma Grace
dabs my finger
with a tissue wadded
from her apron pocket.
And then we are ready for the machine.
I practice on scraps of cloth
until my grandmother declares
me ready to assemble the pieces
of my gorgeous swirling skirt.
It is hard to make straight seams
and I become well-acquainted
with the seam ripper.
Zippers are harder still.
And then my dress is done.
I model from my runway
on the dining room table
disappointed that
the chubby little girl
in the straight cotton shift
with the resewn seams
and crooked zipper
looks nothing like
those willowy brunette models
in their beautiful swirling skirts.
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2013
The theme of my 2013 National Poetry Month Project is
"Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations."
I will be using the media to inspire my poetry, but I am going to invite my students to use my daily media picks to inspire any original creation: poems, stories, comics, music, videos, sculptures, drawings...anything!
You are invited to join the fun, too! Leave a link to your creation in the comments and I'll add it to that day's post. I'll add pictures of my students' work throughout the month as well.