Penny Sue Cutler
Poetry
18905 N.W. 151st Street
Alachua, Florida 32615
904-454-1832
mdt@joysofthespirit.com
Quilt History
Great Grandma Henchell's hands
Sewed together patches from our lives,
Scraps of time, secrets and stories, woven in
Remnants of worn out family clothes.
Sewn together are patches from our lives,
Some pieces were joined upside down,
Remnants of worn out family members,
Grandma's fingers were eyes, feeling cloth edges.
Some times I saw things upside down,
Mom reminds, "Get close so she can see you",
Grandma's fingers were eyes, feeling memories,
Now at the door, Mom nudges the last of us in.
Mom reminds, "Get close so she can see you",
Curled and knotted, Grandma's hands pull air to her,
Now at the rocker, Mom nudges the last of us close,
Hands lower to welcome with a touch.
Curled like claws, Grandma's hands pull air to her,
Seamless, transparent skin stretched over bones,
Hands lower to welcome. With a touch,
Blue flesh colored fingers see my face.
Seamless, transparent skin stretched over bones,
Scraps of time, stories and secrets, woven in
Blue flesh colored fingers seeing my face,
Great Grandma Henchell's hands.
Sewed together patches from our lives,
Scraps of time, secrets and stories, woven in
Remnants of worn out family clothes.
Sewn together are patches from our lives,
Some pieces were joined upside down,
Remnants of worn out family members,
Grandma's fingers were eyes, feeling cloth edges.
Some times I saw things upside down,
Mom reminds, "Get close so she can see you",
Grandma's fingers were eyes, feeling memories,
Now at the door, Mom nudges the last of us in.
Mom reminds, "Get close so she can see you",
Curled and knotted, Grandma's hands pull air to her,
Now at the rocker, Mom nudges the last of us close,
Hands lower to welcome with a touch.
Curled like claws, Grandma's hands pull air to her,
Seamless, transparent skin stretched over bones,
Hands lower to welcome. With a touch,
Blue flesh colored fingers see my face.
Seamless, transparent skin stretched over bones,
Scraps of time, stories and secrets, woven in
Blue flesh colored fingers seeing my face,
Great Grandma Henchell's hands.
