Seamstress Magic |
This was a winning entry for "The Writer's Cramp" . The prompt was to write about a seamstress with unusual powers. This poem is about my very much beloved and missed Aunt Catherine. I really got to know her after my Dad passed away. She was the oldest of ten children and my Dad was the second child. They were close and started school together - my Dad started when he was four years old. Aunt Catherine went out of her way to help my mother and me through the most difficult of times. I have never met anyone that I admire more than I did her. Aunt Catherine's Blanket She searched for her button box but not for buttons, for needles It made sense to Catherine A lady in her eighties, sewing magical blankets for red haired baby boys she would never meet but blessed with her kindness and caring Never a fan of cats, she avoided them whenever possible sent finally to a nursing home with cats running free Using her magic blanket as a shield so the cats never saw her fear Gone now for a while she lives on in my heart and memory You see one of those blankets is on a bed upstairs a shield and protector for all the fears inside me until I see her again She gave nothing but love, this sister of my father wrapped in a blanket comforting me home 24 Lines |