Dear C.

You have come up with a nice poem based on a close observation.
Yes, one feels small in relation to someone who is adept and skillful
even in as small an act as sewing. The person generalizes lack of skill
to all the acts of life; but here that inferiority is very nicely
negated by the last line: 'Just right now.' Optimism that dispels
weakness! I liked the poem.

c s shah
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Christina Fletcher wrote:
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>
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>            The Height of a Hem
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>            How much larger than life you seemed.
>            I longed to please and be good,
>            feeling small and plain and useless.
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>            Some days I find an unmarred memory
>            stitched in the height of a hem
>            worn until the cloth shone and seams split:
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>            I'm standing on a chair, turning.
>            You're bending, pearl-headed pins
>            in your teeth, sewing
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>            until you unfold and I
>            step down and we say:
>            'Just right now'.
> .
>
>
>            christina fletcher
>
>
>           .

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c s shah
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