This made me cry. Todd...have you noticed you have a knack of touching my heart so much...that I am in tears every time I leave your site. I lost my Mom on Palm Sunday 2004.... I lost my best friend and the best Mom a girl could have. She was a school teacher...but stayed home with us 6 girls and 1 boy. She was an excellent seamstress ..and made all our clothes and coats, knit our sweaters, darned our socks (back when they still repaired things) made our bedroom curtains and quilts and taught us so much about life and love and tears and pain and forgiveness. God chose the Mom I needed too. Gosh, I love this poem...it really spoke to my heart.
I love the way you used the seamstresses tools and venacular to explain your Mothr's love and why God gave you to her.
I wish my Mom were alive so I could frame this poem and hang it in her sewing room.
Your Mom must be a wonderful, warm woman and loving Mom. Give her lots of hugs and tell her often how much you love and appreciate her. Don't leave yourself open for regrets...besides...Mom's just love to hear how much their children love them...no matter how old they get. Terrific poem Todd!!
Artful and heartfelt. Superb meter throughout. This is well written and pulls on the heart strings with wonderful extended metaphor. This is a real keeper, Todd.
This made me cry. Todd...have you noticed you have a knack of touching my heart so much...that I am in tears every time I leave your site. I lost my Mom on Palm Sunday 2004.... I lost my best friend and the best Mom a girl could have. She was a school teacher...but stayed home with us 6 girls and 1 boy. She was an excellent seamstress ..and made all our clothes and coats, knit our sweaters, darned our socks (back when they still repaired things) made our bedroom curtains and quilts and taught us so much about life and love and tears and pain and forgiveness. God chose the Mom I needed too. Gosh, I love this poem...it really spoke to my heart.
I love the way you used the seamstresses tools and venacular to explain your Mothr's love and why God gave you to her.
I wish my Mom were alive so I could frame this poem and hang it in her sewing room.
Your Mom must be a wonderful, warm woman and loving Mom. Give her lots of hugs and tell her often how much you love and appreciate her. Don't leave yourself open for regrets...besides...Mom's just love to hear how much their children love them...no matter how old they get. Terrific poem Todd!!
This is adoringly beautiful! The flow is amazing, and the
words touched me. This is so true...and even though
I do not have a relationship with my own mother, I hope
my daughter feels this way, and always will. I'm sticking this
into my favorites. AD
I like the above, that feeling of another being so closely identified with our own lives - the mother. The seamstress analogy is appropriate - especially as the thing we tend to remember about our mothers is their time of darning, sewing, knitting, embroidering, all done in a spirit of caring for her offspring.
First verse line 4 however - the word 'to' seems extraneous, and should it not be 'seams' rather than 'seam' as the plural is indicated by 'their'. (I may be wrong). I also think that the odd comma here and there might not go astray, e.g. 'Mother seamstress(,) your thimble, the tears you shed.' David.
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