The Seamstress at Work

The Seamstress at Work

A Poem by Erin
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Handmade

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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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Added on October 13, 2012
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