Seamstress
She sits in her window,
in the old white rocker,
sewing shadow-memories
into a cohesive whole.
She’s alone now—
no one with whom to share
beauty, the texture of her life,
peppered with pain and giving.
Sunshine seeps through
half-opened blinds.
Still she waits.
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A second Quadrille for De’s prompt at dVerse Poets’ Pub…a poem of 44 words, using the given word SHADOW. Please join us.
My original response to this prompt is here.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Sad, but beautifully described.
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Tender, sad and powerful perspective on the aging.
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Shadows of my own
dArk reflected and projected
on Mother’s liGht..
A liGht
that
never
faiLed while
mine yelLed from
dArk.. A liGht liVinG
alone and finding allone..
no matter who
comes
or goes.
A LesSon..
how fortunate
to be fulfilled
by living and
living
allone..
A leSson oF
MoTher’s Shadow
lives liGht as mE noW..
and my father lived then A
similar freeway2.. what went
wrong for me.. unTil
lost in A
new
world
away from
self-fill found now..
hmm… perHaps what
iS iN order.. soMe forAging
and Hunting to find wE allone..:)
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Very poignant.I love the sunshine seeping through. Just that glimpse of light and warmth.
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So sad and so beautifully said, a very poignant poem.
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It is a sort of meditation or contemplation to sit by the window.
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How tragic and sad ~ Love this part:
sewing shadow-memories
into a cohesive whole.
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Oh this is soo beautiful and poignant both at the same time ❤️ especially ‘the texture of her life, peppered with pain and giving.’
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So beautifully sad.
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poignant and so true for so many elders who deserve the respect of the young.
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She might have lost aplenty
But, I guess
Never a soul 🙂
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Great write, Victoria…. Sewing shadow-memories is a great line, as is ‘peppered with pain and giving’
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So sad, memories shadows and none to share them with… bring up so many feelings… I hope for that wait.
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I have tears in my eyes and can’t see the screen. Please excuse any wonky typing, Victoria.
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That’s just lovely. The blend of sadness and beauty, and the glimpse of hope at the end…
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Oh, Victoria.
“sewing shadow-memories”
Just so lovely. And so sad.
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