DS (August 4 / Florida)

Dust

A lovely hand-tatted
Lace filled with
Devoted affection
Her creative artistry
Lilies graced tiny birds
Swirling in the clouds
Above…
Gifts of life-loved
Tiny knots tied
With threads
Of distant
Contemplation
Woven
In a
Room illuminated
With only an old
Hand-painted
Kerosene lamp
Both now lay
With care upon
A mahogany
Dinner table
Lifting off that
Special gift
I discover
More lovely patterns
Of her
Dear soul
Now housed
In my heart
Of distant past

(Home in heart, Tennessee
August 4,2006)

by Debora Short

Comments (4)

Loving poem Debora, Excellent and a talented writer.So much grace within your words. Take care.
From dust to stone, words so strong as to write themselves in it Love duncan X
My Mother used to do 'tatting' a kind of lace making, and I have her work now to remember her by, she was very talented with her hands. Lovely write. Love Ernestine XXX
Debora, I, too, have some of those crocheted and tatted pieces, and the thing I remember the most is those old, knarled, knotty hands, covered with spots, but working at the speed of light making them! Every time I put out a new one, I thank my 'Bo' and 'Aunt Kat' for making them! Thank you for this memory poem.