Grandma Sews

Grandma Sews

Some yarn, a bit of ribbon, 
a flour sack, and loads of love... 
these are the materials
that made the dress I wore
the day I came to live, 
with Ma, and Pa. 

A driver took father, 
and mother, 
away. 
The sad man drank too much, 
and was allowed to live, 
but they were not. 

I see them in my heart of hearts, 
I know they watch over me. 
Grandma tells me everything, 
I need to know, 
and remember about them, 
from before, 
so that I can tell my children, 
of their existence. 

Carefully Ma worked-in the details, 
as to never let anything fall away, 
that was of importance. 
No, instead she worked to make
a blanket of pieces gathered together, 
that would cover me with yesterday, 
and give me a "coat" for tomorrow. 

My grandma taught me how to sew. 
I sew even to this day. 
I take the strings and threads of our lives, 
and put them on a canvas, 
for my children, 
for your children, 
for our children. 

We are the family of tomorrow. 
Grandma told me that... yesterday. 
She was right to believe.

absenceangelgrandfathergrandmotherheavenfree verse

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