The Seamstress at WorkA Poem by ErinHandmade
Wedding dresses,
Bonnets, Doll clothes, Quilts. Toddler wear, Baby blankets, Pillow cases, Hankies. The sewing machines vibrations move through the house, The seamstress is at work. Pieces of thread fall toward the ground And bits of fabric stick to the wall. She jots down a note and places her foot back on the pedal. This room smells like detergent Fresh flowers blooming in the meadows. This was my grandmother's sewing room Front of the house, overlooking the street. She worked from her home. Memories flood me as I step into this room Her teaching me how to move my hands As to not sew myself to my project. Her laughter as I finally was able to sew a straight line. Her gentle voice explaining how to work the pedals. Handmade clothes from my grandmother Handmade dresses and skirts Handmade wedding gowns and pillow cases Handmade doll clothes, quilts, and baby blankets. These handmade treasures we'll hold to forever Handmade by a grandmother Sewed together with love. © 2012 Erin |
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Fake online mental health pro StatsAuthorErinOHAboutMy name is Erin, I'm fifteen. I primarily write poetry. And I'm awkward. Very awkward. more..Writing
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