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Showing posts from November, 2011

A Poem for Friday

My Mother Pieced Quilts Teresa Paloma Acosta they were just meant as covers in winters as weapons against pounding january winds but it was just that every morning I awoke to these october ripened canvases passed my hand across their cloth faces and began to wonder how you pieced all these together these strips of gentle communion cotton and flannel nightgowns wedding organdies dime store velvets how you shaped patterns square and oblong and round positioned balanced then cemented them with your thread a steel needle a thimble how the thread darted in and out galloping along the frayed edges, tucking them in as you did us at night oh how you stretched and turned and re-arranged your michigan spring faded curtain pieces my father's santa fe work shirt the summer denims, the tweed of fall in the evening you sat at your canvas ---our cracked linoleum floor -the drawing board me lounging on your arm and you staking out the plan; whether to put the lilac purple of easter- against


Fall is my favorite time of year for so many reasons. The oppressive heat of summer is finally coming to an end, football season is in full swing, and pumpkin-flavored everything abounds. The weather was so wonderful last weekend that we decided to take Atticus out and about to enjoy the beautiful day. And then, of course, was Halloween. I was that mom that waited until the last minute to buy Atticus a costume and every Target, Goodwill, and Spirit Halloween Store was completely picked over, leaving only crappy plastic masks and cartoon character get-ups in the wake of cooler, more unique costumes that responsible (likely stay-at-home) moms with time on their hands already purchased back in September. I thought all was lost, until my friend and coworker lent me his son's dinosaur costume from last year and, well, I'll let the cuteness speak for itself...