My son's play quilt designed and made by my Mom
Permission
When Mom was in the middle
of planning her next cross-stitch
crafting table centers
for the Christmas banquet
or piecing a quilt
her workspace was chaos
but her excitement,
the sparkle in her told me
dreaming, planning,
designing, creating
energizes.
Maybe she is why
I don’t feel guilty
sitting here right now
at my cluttered desk
making this thing with words
while there are dishes to do.
© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly
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This poem is linked at One Shot Wednesday Week 44
Violet Nesdoly / poems 
Claudia
May 3, 2011 at 10:16 pm
seems you both are artists…your mom with the needle and thread and you with words..so she may understand… a wonderful quilt, looks like its woven with lots of love…
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Elizabeth Young
May 4, 2011 at 5:10 am
Lovely. Your mum not only made one of the most beautiful quilts I’ve ever seen, she gave you permission to create, to make that a priority in your life. This is a true gift. When I was growing up in England I am sure every mother would have said: “Get those dishes done, what would the neighbours think!”
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brian
May 4, 2011 at 5:57 am
smiles. no you should not feel guilty at all…i find writing makes the rest endurable on some days…
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Maureen
May 4, 2011 at 12:23 pm
What a wonderful quilt you’ve made your son. And how wonderful that your mother offered herself as your model to follow your passions. As Elizabeth says, she gave you a gift. It’s worth passing on, to daughter or son.
Sweet poem.
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vnesdoly
May 4, 2011 at 2:34 pm
Thanks, Maureen! I wish I had made it – actually my mom made that quilt for my son. She was quite amazing, as she designed and made a unique play quilt for each of her 25 grandchildren.
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Apryl Gonzales
May 4, 2011 at 3:34 pm
I love this, give us Mamas permission to forsake domesticity for the pen. Great One Shot!
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Henry Clemmons
May 4, 2011 at 8:44 pm
Ha. So true, and well spoken. Great job.
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