...
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.
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:
This one is like a song.
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
Fantastic work.
Really enjoy your blog.
Jim
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