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Bride
by Maria KintnerI want to learn to embroider.
I want to teach it to my daughters.
I want them to learn the art of tokens,
and what the hands of fools can make. I want
them to give handkerchiefs to their husbands.
I want to start traditions for the following
women of my line. How they will forget
these words, but will dream of pink-skinned infants
and mornings making them.
Here. I made this for you.
Every push and pull of thread and
weave, every color I chose. When I pricked my
fingers, I was reminded of your true nature.
When I pulled thread through fiber, I was
reminded of your mouth, your arms, your
breath in the darkness. When I chose the pattern
I was aware of your face.
When you look at it, it will remind you
of our family. It will remind you of me. 08/07/2007 Author's Note: This was written in January.
Posted on 08/07/2007
Copyright © 2025 Maria Kintner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 08/07/07 at 12:54 PM i love this! all of it! i am a seamstress and i knit, crotchet, tat, etc....but i am awful at embroidery. i embroidered 3 handkerchief for my hubby before we got married. they float through the laundry every once in a while and i am astonished that he still has them. when i asked him about it, he said he takes one to work whenever he knows he has a rough day ahead to remind him that he doesn't face his troubles alone. your words are perfect. thank you. |
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