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.