Okay, so finally here's my Women are Fantastic post. It would have been better to post it yesterday, since that was my certain someone's birthday, but I think she'll understand.
Happy belated birthday, Aunt Jane!
Stitched and Stitching
With yards of fabric before me
I try to imagine them as curtains.
A pocket here, hems there--
thousands of tiny stitches to hold them together,
keeping them from falling apart.
I carefully thread the machine
remembering the instructions I learned
years ago from Aunt Jane,
she who taught me that a sewing machine
can create amazing things.
The curtains I sew are blue
the same color as all the tiny squares
I ironed when Aunt Jane and I made a quilt.
We pieced it together, and I learned about
squares and patterns and diligence.
I set out to sew a straight line,
stitching forward, stitching backward,
in order that the stitches don't
important stitches that make things last.
So many afternoons I spent with Aunt Jane
making a quilt,
a summer dress,
a prom dress,
a bridesmaid dress.
From childhood to middle years
through adolescence and college
I walked the field to Aunt Jane's house
to sew and have dinner,
to play with my cousin,
finding a second home, a second family.
And mixed with the sound of sewing
were conversations of living
of family and friends
of boyfriends and bothers
of new schools and new places.
Hundreds of thousands of tiny stitches.
When I heard the sound of labor
as my daughter began her journey of birth,
I called Aunt Jane to come
To be by my side and hold my hand
that felt so much like her sister's--
my mom--who was stuck states away.
When my daughter arrived,
Aunt Jane was there to hold her,
rocking forward, rocking backward,
stitching this new life with love
I finish my curtains,
and notice as I hang them
the seams don't unravel.
This I owe to Aunt Jane, who taught me
the art of permanent stitches,
and how to make beautiful things that last.