Saturday, November 29, 2008

My Fading Memory Box

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I use to see
my mother sewing things:
baby clothes
for other people,
my father long trousers,
my brother rag tee

She had glazed eyes
lost in memories
I don't know.

Maybe wishing another life
without us
or threads,
needles and wounds

in her fingers.







Mix Media by C.L.DeMedeiros

3 comments:

ArtSparker said...

This one is like a song.

Laurel Leaves said...

Very Beautiful. I really loved this one especially.

As a story teller it makes me want to fill in the blanks, but sometimes the beauty is the blanks. They are what make us remember and think deeper.

Amy

Jim Serrett said...

Fantastic work.
Really enjoy your blog.

Jim