old bootees

writing as I go again sunday goes too quick coffee and poetry is all I need

She opened up the drawer

her wrinkled hands

tidied up her smalls

underneath the newspaper

lining there of some year

maybe 1942

she found

them

hidden in the news of the day

was war outbreaking soon

she found the blue

ball of wool

the mothballs had been busy

warding off the foes

she handled it with care

and on the end of knitting needles

she found a neat old pair

of blue bootees

unfinished at the seams

so tiny

her tears they fell 

onto her bedroom wooden floor

her gaze

looked into mirror now

her baby had not lived

even an hour 

his heart had stilled

the surgeon doctor

she recognized his motion

he waved to her 

I'm sorry love

his voice was in slow motion

her lost in all commotion

she shut her eyes

and prayed

that one day these bootees fit

in heaven she will meet

her unborn child

of yesteryear

and together they will live and dwell

in paradise shell find him yet again

her drawer went shut abruptly then

she fell to ground

not a moment sooner will she find

that son of hers, 

of yesterday

time has come to her so quick

in paradise to gate of gates

shell find her newborn boy again

those  blue booties somehow disappeared that day

and in her grave 

lay knitting needles 

bought from a haberdashery shop of old

with price still stuck onto the top

1 shilling for a pair

with blue wool thrown in for free

the daughter came to visit her

grave one day 

and on her grave she laid a rose

red as it could be

there was a picture left there

mysteriously

picture of

a pair of baby bootees on some baby foot

and a young slender white hand was

in the picture too

on it was her mother's rings of old

she could not explain this

so just sat and cried for time to take her

to this

gate of gates

this paradise

her mother has found

the picture was proof enough for her to believe

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad and wonderful story shared dear Julie. Simple items gain value when re-touched and memories brought back to life. I liked the complete story in the poetry. I liked how you ended the poem. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks again coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Julie.

[wordman]

this has beautiful sentiment,and they are many people that live this way,,touching write

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks so much word man for your kind review

[wordman]

yes mam !you are welcome

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I like to believe in magic in life and miracles

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I can be a bit morbid sometimes
this is fiction
about an old woman who lost a child to stillbirth
back in the war years of 1940s
hope you enjoy