do you see the silhouette there?
the face in the stone?
you need to know this about me:
i am bad to personify.
equally bad to tell stories . . .
every morning
at dark thirty,
she pulls her soft, wispy white hair,
a gift from her matriarchal lineage,
into a bun at the nape of her neck
to keep it out of her way
while she feeds fabric
under the needle
that dances up and down
in direct proportion
to the cast iron pedal
she pumps up and down with her feet.
the steady whirring
of the old singer machine
fills the air with music
as she creates quilts –
one for each child,
one for each grandchild –
from assorted scraps of fabric
purchased from
her friend across the street,
paid for with one of her
award-winning
pineapple upside-down cakes.
I see it. And I love, love, love this. And pineapple upside down cake. And you.
well, if i can find a copy of it, i’ll send it to you. xo
me too! me too! pineapple upside down cake, wow. and those quilts and the grandchildren they are for. dark thirty sounds nice.
dark: thirty is a wonderful time of day. it’s when the air is cool and anything – i mean anything at all – is possible. nothing is too crazy to consider. i wish for an entire day of dark:thirty hours.
oh, my god, you are a gift.
well, jewels, it takes one to know one;) thank you. i really am having fun!
Beautiful. And I do see it, as I see you.
“i see you.” those words mean as much – perhaps more – to me than “i love you.” it’s somehow deeper than “i love you.” thank you.
I see it in the gorgeous photo and I see it in your lovely words! 🙂
Just seeing your name appear in my screen makes me smile. And the fact that you took the time to read and leave a comment, well, thank you, Sug.