“One day you will meet
the person you were meant to be”

I could barely hold a needle

when she said this to me.

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She was a bloody rock my mum, solid.

Grounding as she guided me through life
I loved watching my mum pulling things apart

to make something new for us.

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She loved to sing and often did. As she snipped and sewed

Soft sounds of a seamstress accessorising gentle song.

And she was wise, bursting at the seams
with advice and worldly knowledge.

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“Comparison is the thief of joy” she declared to her

audience of myself and 100 scraps of fabric.

“Ignore what the others think,” she added.

She said it in many different ways.

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For a while I listened to her advice,

until cutting remarks were whispered,

slicing through me like her scissors.

Constricted. Suffocated.

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As her words came back to me
I picked up the loose threads from before,

joining them together, and

it was like breathing fresh air.

 

lyrics by Audrey Ormella