Monday, October 20, 2008
She sat in the kitchen at my mother's Singer and made me into a time traveler.
"Grandma had the perfect color for my dress."
This thread my mother chose so many years ago for this day. Not knowing that she would miss out on hearing her hum at the Singer as she finished it. Unknowing, giving so it would be possible. She became part of it.
That winding through time of cotton polyester blend, and chromosomes stretching through me. Stretching through time from long forgotten ones through my almost forgotten grandfather, through my mother and me to her.
The blue of the thread. The blue of the eyes. The Creator's Masterpiece.