The picture is sepia-toned
like the not-too-far-distant war
the need to stay silent at mealtimes
so her father can hear
every radio news report
the need to pose paramount
in the stiff lines of this schoolgirl
reaching out a tentative hand
to the strangest of beasts
in the latter stages of dementia
my father removed her photos
replacing them with snaps
of his militaria
I don’t think she understands
what we see in this picture
the meekness before authority
the gentleness of the pose
the dark fringe of trees
in a faraway world
where my mother
has just been told
to pretend to feed
For Jack's special handmade Christmas gift this year I'm working with this gorgeous poem he wrote recently in response to the photo (above) of his Mum when she was a little girl.
I made fabric covered frames for the poem and image.
I mounted the two pieces in simple wooden frames from Factory Frames. All I need to do now is screw a narrow hinge between them so that the piece can be free-standing like this. I had planned to make a quilted frame for them, but I much prefer the pair of joined wooden frames.
I plan to spend the next few weeks writing, sewing, snacking and snoozing, so I hope you have something similarly indulgent in mind too.
Have a wonderful Christmas everyone.