March 17, 2013

smoldering green with envy
she did not know of
having plenty but dreamed
of store bought pretty clothes

not handmade ones of fabric
that she chose to
craft on the Singer
as she had learned to sew

taught by her mother who
was taught by her own
using bolts of cotton with
colored threads adorned

she did not know then
of the loved passed down
in every neat seam
or how it made her unique

she only dreamed of being
the same as the girls who
like candles burned brightly
but smoldered green with envy

Day: March 17, 2013