Angelica's Indelible Memory
Angelica dedicated her life to sewing,
and with needle, tread and amazing speed
she created stylish, beautiful dresses for any doll..
a spindle was used for spinning cotton,
and an hour glass to tell time;
why did she work so hard at seventy three...
when other women of her age took strolls and chatted?
Angelica was a widow and lived
three doors down and often she told me
about her husband John who fought
in the Vietnam War and was awarded many medals;
her son Tod was drafted and was sent to Iraq...
she was too lonely and I was her other friend...
besides her spindle, doll and hour glass.
Angelica thought much of death,
and staring at me she tenderly whispered,
" Son, these three items I entrust to you,
when I can no longer use them...take good care of them. "
I nodded as she kept on sewing another dress
for a pretty doll...steadily watching the spindle spin
until the hour glass ran out of sand.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
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