ALL TAFFETA & TULLE
(For Angie Baby)
Frightened by the storm
he crawls under
his mother’s skirts
all taffeta & tulle
clinging to her
ankles
before falling
asleep
upon her feet.
She continues playing
her cards right
winning all before her
as the candles
gutter
and almost
go out.
She remembers her body
wrapped about him
her flesh
protecting his innocence
as now her dress
encloses his sleeping
unconsciously stroking
his hair
with her
left foot
his dreams now
pooled at her feet.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
ALL TAFFETA & TULLE
(For Angie Baby)
Frightened by the storm
he crawls under
his mother’s skirts
all taffeta & tulle
clinging to her
ankles
before falling
asleep
upon her feet.
She continues playing
her cards right
winning all before her
as the candles
gutter
and almost
go out.
She remembers her body
wrapped about him
her flesh
protecting his innocence
as now her dress
encloses his sleeping
unconsciously stroking
his hair
with her
left foot
his dreams now
pooled at her feet.
She was a remarkable woman with only a stump for a right arm but could play piano beautifully with her left alone. She also had a talent for being able to do things with her feet just like you and I would use the hand. I remember her little boy being born and watching him crawl into being a fully fledged tottering walker. There was a great big storm and we were reduced to candlelight and kept on playing cards. Her little boy, for little boy he then was, crawled under the table and fell asleep for comfort at her feet. She continued the card game but stroked his hair with her foot as she played and went on a winning streak A woman doing the fabled multi-tasking but with a unique difference.
