For what it's worth
the sewing machine is at the repair shop
again
apparently
stitching through many layers
over and over
is tough
needles break
the motor freezes
thread tangles
under the presser foot
even though
you've sewn this pattern
187 times
so far
to make a mask
you need
cotton cloth
elastic
wire
you think about
the person who will wear
a mask with Snoopy fabric
blue and green Seahawks logos
tiny blue and pink daisies
as they care for your mother
an old neighbor
a disabled child
you know it's better than nothing
as their glasses steam up
as soon as their shift is over
the mask lies beside them on the passenger seat
tomorrow
they have another choice
yellow and orange stripes
or the one with children dancing
holding hands
on a background of blue
4 comments:
A poem for our these strange times. Those little masks we make mean so much more than we ever could have imagined.
Beautiful. That's all we have for medicine right now, masks, distancing and hand washing. But your poem tells us that bwe have so much more.
Dear Coyote I keep coming back to this poem. The detail just sends me. I love it and those children at the end maybe all the children you’ve ushered into this world.
Love
Rebecca
Thank you Rebecca. I hope you are well. XXX Beth
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