Clothespin Doll For Mom
A Poem
It touched your heart
a wooden clamp
adorned in torn fabric,
colors of life.
Streaming tears of
sorrow, yet joy,
she was your dolly, your friend.
You dressed her each day with different colored fabric, two dotted eyes and
a painted smile.
You kept her warm
in a sewing machine drawer, protected, loved.
Your clothespin baby
didn't have a name
though it didn't matter.
She was your dolly
and you loved her.
Background:
A poem for my Mom. My Mom loved dolls but never had any as a child as my grandparents never had enough money to buy her one. So my Mom made a doll out of a clothespin and treated it as her baby and would tuck it in a drawer of their sewing machine each night to keep it safe, warm and protected. I wrote this for her when the words and memory came to me in the middle of the night.
I always bought Mom collectible dolls for different occasions because of her childhood knowing how much she wanted and loved dolls.
Thank you for reading.
