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Tuesday, 5 August 2014
AT HOME
I always thought I’d perk up my looks
If I could wear those outfits
Displayed by mannequins
Beckoning at the doorsteps
Of the sparkling clothing stores
But that was not to be
Mother would choose cut pieces
Of floral prints and intricate laces
Her machine will sew her dream
With the magic touch of eternal love
But that inner me would want to be a drama
queen
Posted for Mary’s prompt Home Made @ Poetry Jam
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My mother's wishes and mine also clashed sometimes regarding clothes. I am sure this is quite common although I think that nowadays daughters probably win more often than moms.
ReplyDeleteOh, I hear you on this, Sumana. So often I remember my mother's wishes clashing with my own. I wore a lot of hand-me-downs for a few years. Styles no one else was wearing. Smiles. But then another time I took a sewing class myself and could never stand to wear the dress I labored over. Sumana, I think you have captured something universal. Moms and daughters often clash on clothes.
ReplyDeletesmiles...i remember sitting my my moms legs as she sewed...and the song the machine sang as she made clothes...those old brown soft paper patterns...and the button jar we would play in...
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this! My mother made all of my clothes when I was a young girl! I was the envy of all my friends!
ReplyDeleteOh dear I accidentally deleted my comment. My mom made many of my favorite clothes when I was growing up. I took over in Middle school and so had only myself to blame then. Now I haven't sewed anything for a long time.
ReplyDeletethe childhood foolishness....not realizing the the true beauty...nicely presented!
ReplyDeleteThe clothes sewed with love, just like my mother did when I was young, Sumana. I still keep an old shirt she sewed for me, even though it is well worn and it does not fit me any more.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, mother knows best!! Love this and so true, great writing.
ReplyDeletei know what you mean, always wanted to be a diva
ReplyDeletehave a nice Wednesday
much love...
Raised in the 50's, my Mom was able to be a housewife; and her baking days, laundry days, sewing days were the heartbeat of our household. She could repair clothes, but we bought the clothes at Sear's sales twice a year; when clothes were still made in the USA.
ReplyDeleteAha!! i remember my grama used to give us atleast one sewes sweater every winter which mom made me wear everytime i visited her... well it used to kind of prick me but were extremely cozy!!
ReplyDeleteI can't picture you as a drama queen. Still, I can imagine when we're very young, we think the store bought is best. My mother didn't sew, but we couldn't afford very much either.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, it often takes a lot of years to see the magic touch of eternal love in homemade things - but it comes at long last, and when it does, it leaves a warm glow.
ReplyDeleteI would love to be able to make clothes. That is on my to do list one day...I want to make at least one beautiful dress.
ReplyDeleteit's a clash which continues generations..truth is that mothers eternal love is what matters the most..
ReplyDeleteMy mother made my clothes when I was little...there is love in the making of it...but our wants are sometimes different...great write Sumana! :-)
ReplyDeleteheh...sometimes those outfits aren't as glamorous as they seem to be. i've tried on quite a few and looked absolutely ridiculous in them. haha. this is a wonderful poem!
ReplyDeletestacy lynn mar
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