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
© March 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/its-not-easy-being-green/
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Very charming. I think of the wonderful Dolly Parton song (one of my favorites – a song of many colors- you have a poem here of greener on the other side of the fence! Thanks much. k.
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Thank You! I hadn’t thought of that but yes, such a wonderful song and one of my favorites as well.
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smiles…my mom was a sewer….i remember plenty of days listening to the machine going up and down…smiles…i can feel the envy as well…but there is something special of hand made things….its hard to understand at a young age…
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I did know it was done with love but yes, when one is young, it is difficult to understand if you stand out and are different. Then she taught me to make my own and I really never bought clothes until after I graduated from high school. I still have a sewing machine but apart from mending, hemming and making a blanket once in awhile I don’t make my own clothes anymore.
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oh that made me smile…i used to sew a lot for the kids when they were small and sometimes they loved it, sometimes they would’ve just preferred something that you can buy in a shop.. i tried to mix it…smiles
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I did the same with my kids and it worked well. đŸ™‚
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I wish I had the talent/patience to sew my own clothes!
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I use to make all my own but when I had children there was no time. I did sew for them at times but not all the time. Now, with working fulltime it is simply easier to go buy them.
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It’s when we grow older we appreciate the handmade items our parents made …..mother didn’t know they would be so precious either..;)
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So true. I always wanted to be like everyone else but in reality being unique is really something special.
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And I’m envious of anyone who can sew well enough to wear it. But the underlying message that got to me was that of the love underlying it all.
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Thank you Victoria and yes, everything that was made was made with love, even down to the quilts grandma fashioned from the scraps left over from the clothes she made for herself…quilts to keep you warm. Nothing went to waste.
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A delightful writing and beautifully told, so many storys could be told from the singer sewing machine days.
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