I Remember It Well

There is a time gone by.

I remember it well.

Nonnie's pride and joy

my charmed hiding place

its silent wheel in idle repose-

Nonnie's watchful eye

my pitter patter glee

its treasures stored-

Nonnie's small round bobbins

my tiny hands examining

its threads of many colors-

Nonnie's love for child

my love for Nonnie's hands

its shiny cabinetry-

Nonnie talking gently

my gleeful spirit

its busy wheel in idle repose- 

There is a time gone by.

I remember it well.

Her hands cradled mine

my hands longing to touch all she owned

its up-down- sing song motion

There is a time gone by.

I remember it well.

The dream to peddle 

what could not be

for a little one's hands.

Years later

mother owned her own

I learned

it was loved.

Generations passed.

Great-grandchild 

owned her own machine

its needle busily moving again.

Nonnie passed.

Mother passed.

Sewing machine lives on.

©Carol Varsalona, 2016 

There is a time gone by. I remember it well and pay tribute to multi-generations of loving hands engaged in creative arts.

When sewing a handcrafted item or creating a digital poem there is a process by which the artisan engages. There are steps, forward ones and backsteps. There are highlights and challenges. There are intertwined thoughts and feelings of joy, perseverance, and accomplishments. There is also a time to set aside what was done while waiting for the recheck. It is the act of creating that pays tribute to process while enjoying the rewards of the product. 

This post is being offered to two writing communities tonight:

• Laura Shovan's Day 21 of her Found Object Poem Project that you can access here.
• DigitLit Sunday founded by Margaret Simon. Today, the topic is Process or Product? Please visit the blog site.