Her Wisdom
I had a dream last night that
Mum and I agreed on everything.
She’s a thin slip of a woman
sitting at her sewing machine,
hands pushing patches of fabric
under needle and thread, mostly
old clothes from charity shops,
and she sews them into quilts
to stay away the cold, and she
looks up at me with her tooth-
some smile and she says,
“You can’t choose your family.”
AI Digital Art created using Midjourney ©Misky 2022. Random words from Jane’s Oracle Shared with #amwriting on Twitter.
This made me laugh. I don’t know if that was the intent but the beginning made me smile and the end made me laugh. I love the whole thing.
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Excellent! That could be my mother at her sewing machine. Mom was a professional seamstress and we had one of those original Singers in our house. Your graphic is exquisite! Mom’s machine was not as marvelous as yours. Your first line hit me right between the eyes. I made a concerted effort not to be like my mother when I became a mom. I succeeded. ☺️
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