Mom works the pedal of the Singer,
driving the needle through
crisp rose-colored taffeta.
As she sews we make small talk,
she smiling at her pesky Chatty Kathy
while I, with deepest intention,
thread myself
into the eye of her life.
Mom works the pedal of the Singer,
driving the needle through
crisp rose-colored taffeta.
As she sews we make small talk,
she smiling at her pesky Chatty Kathy
while I, with deepest intention,
thread myself
into the eye of her life.