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~                 Unrolling the fabric by the yard
                    I could see a light behind her eyes
                    The wheels of the old Singer sewing machine
                    Had come alive in her imagination 
                    Spinning furiously,
                    Long before she paid the clerk
                    And gleaming tiny roses, of pink, and blushing bands
                    Would take her for a lovely walk
                    Into the magic land of thread

~                  I remember how the floral fabric, spread out before our eyes 
                    Was a garden in florescent light
                    This fifty two inch wide bolted parade of blooms, 
                     Selvedge seamed, of gleaming polished cotton
                     Waited to enhance my first dance

~                  Before she even picked out a spool of thread
                    The pattern was laid out in her mind
                    It was almost as if the springtime dress, 
                    Could magically make itself

~                  She had held the pink against my face,
                    Then draped some around my shoulders
                    I felt myself float off the floor, 
                    And in my imaginary dream, I was Cinderella...
                    It was as if little bluebirds were wrapping me in garlands of love
                    While mother’s gentle touch
                    So lovingly, and skillfully….with her motorized magic wand
                    Was determined to fulfill my dream

~                 She would know, just the perfect touch, to make it divine
                    Just how it would gather around the waist
                    With a sash of blush, with a bow in the back
                    A neckline of lace, in a sweetheart design 
~                  And I think that she also knew, when we made all those plans
                    How love could last in each stitch, each thread of time

~                 The love expressed....in that rosy little dress
                    With every stitch that she sewed...
                    Would be part of the fabric of life that I knew
                                            My very first dance dress….
                                 ... a rose covered sun dress, sewn from the garden of love




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