My beloved mother, an avid sewer and Threads subscriber from the beginning, died on 11/24.  At the funeral, I shared a poem with everybody there that I’d written for her several years ago. People have been asking for copies ever since, which made me think other Threads readers might enjoy it as well.

Warp and Weft

Cotton, wool, & silk
Come alive in your hands
You have wrapped those you love
In color, in beauty

Full skirted olive green
A paisley bodice laced in red
I was Maid Marion
In my Robin Hood dress

Flour speckled black Danskin
Thundering down a dirt road
I was the wronged child watching you
Chase my tormenter to ground

White satin and Alencon lace
Two hundred hours of careful love
Most thought I was a hurried bride
You knew the wait was over

Silver lame for maternity
A walking Christmas ornament
I was a pregnant disco ball
Dancing like a dervish, near full term

The white satin and Alencon lace
Reappearing in a baby’s bonnet once, twice
Mingled with inherited blue satin
A fourth generation in bespoke christening

All these years of love I could touch
Anytime I needed it
Strong and soft, warp and weft
Foundation for everything good

Thank you..