felt
soft smooth felt
I hold it my hand
I cut a piece to be
a Halloween present
for my grandson
Fabric played such a big part in
my children's lives
their grandmother was a sewer
her designs of dresses
for my young daughters
we shopped together in fabric stores
now, her granddaughter
a master sewer
In the remembering
life is sweet
all those years gone now,
I am the grandmother
sewing for Owen
not quite the same level
I go to fabric stores
and hold it in my hands
tactile memories
of Diane, my mother in law
her goodness
still here
in my life.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
soft smooth felt
I hold it my hand
I cut a piece to be
a Halloween present
for my grandson
Fabric played such a big part in
my children's lives
their grandmother was a sewer
her designs of dresses
for my young daughters
we shopped together in fabric stores
now, her granddaughter
a master sewer
In the remembering
life is sweet
all those years gone now,
I am the grandmother
sewing for Owen
not quite the same level
I go to fabric stores
and hold it in my hands
tactile memories
of Diane, my mother in law
her goodness
still here
in my life.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
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