Monday, August 1, 2011

Remembering My Grandmother

I've been thinking about my grandmother. She had the courage to listen to her heart and find happiness in the years after my grandfather passed. Some family members didn't approve of the choices she made, but I admired her for doing what she knew was right for her. I wish I would've told her.

The Lesson

The first stitch takes the most courage,
Grandma said, threading a silver needle.
Don't think too hard about the design,
just let the pieces come together,

Grandma said, threading a silver needle.
When you feel the fabric in your fingers
just let the pieces come together
naturally, it will always be right.

When you feel the fabric in your fingers
don't wait for others to admire the pattern--
naturally, it will always be right.
Even if no one else understands it.

Don't wait for others to admire the pattern.
don't think too hard about the design,
even if no one else understands it.
The first stitch takes the most courage.


copyright 1996 Linda Kulp



3 comments:

  1. This is lovely: "The first stitch takes the most courage."

    I hope I'm correct in linking to both this post and the next one on food poems. Let me know if you didn't intend for both to be included in Poetry Friday! Thanks for participating.

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  2. I love the pattern of repeating lines. Can you tell us more about this form?

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  3. I wrote this about 12 yrs. ago. I know I followed af form, but I can't remember which one. I'm sorry. I think it might be a variation of a villanelle, but I'm not sure. :(

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