Echoes
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Mother's sewing basket filled with her tools--notions that defined her.
My courageous mother was the most soulful person I've known. She was and still is my inspiration.
I opened the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion, and spools of thread. I gazed at the metal spool-shaped bobbins remembering how, as a small child, I flushed them down the toilet creating quite a ruckus. I fingered the thimbles recalling her numb fingers and hands. Despite her diminishing eyesight, she quilted until her last day, painstakingly feeling the fabric, cutting the shapes, and hand stitching the pieces together silently suffering from the pricks and misery her needle sometimes inflicted. When tiny drops of blood dripped from her fingers, nary a tear emerged from her eyes.
I closed the basket and walked through her sewing room, silence enveloping it. The faceless dress form patiently waited for her return, an unfinished garment draped over its shoulders. The sewing machine sat idle, its motor no longer whirring and the needle no longer punching through the fabric with its steady, rhythmic chuka, chuka, chuka sound.
echoes pierce silence
the sound of mother’s spirit
I know in my heart
Copyright © Sara Etgen-Baker | Year Posted 2022
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