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Tiffany Davis Poem
While digging through my tedious closet, I felt a peaceful spirit surround me.
It was my grandmother.
She was a strong and vibrant soul.
My eyes froze upon her elite sewing machine.
Every rustic detail exposed a loving memory.
I reminisced of the titter tatter sound of the needle moving up and down when she sewed.
It was our special time of love and laughter with each other.
Titter tatter, titter tatter, titter tatter, to some that would be an annoying vibration.
For me, it was a charming noise of love.
As I turned to walked away, the aroma of her unforgettable rose perfume enhanced the closet.
I felt her sweet presence beside me.
When we are young, we believe titter tatters are everlasting.
Special moments disappearing is unforeseen to us.
Unfortunately, when the titter tatter stops, so does the sewing machine.
Copyright © Tiffany Davis | Year Posted 2017
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