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Cardigan

The lingering taste of Murray mints.
Soft cream.
Iced tongue.
A sugar-spun day
by the seaside.
(once-a-summer, if you’re good)

Briny air making crystals on a
Sparkling windowpane.

Diamond-patterned curtains
{swish}
The original
Sixty-print-green.

My tiny child’s fingers,
Trace between her knuckles, each as old as time
Folding white wool over finger and thumb
Thimble gleaming like a minnow
Catching sunrays.

She smiles at me, all grey curls and laughter lines.
And turns away

To drop another stitch
To sew another hem
On the cardigan
That she made for my fifth birthday.

Candyfloss white. Soft.
Like distant clouds.

Tiny arms, tiny cuffs, tiny sleeves.
A button for every year.
A stitch for every memory.

The last thing
I would ever have
From her.

Author notes

Ha! A teen writing nostalgia! Ahh well.
There is a story behind this; this is in memory of my grandmother, who died when I was five. It sounds morbid but I only ever have good recollections of her and most are summarised in this poem. The cardigan she made is the most important piece of clothing I've ever owned.

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  • NoGutsNoGlory
    April 20, 2008

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    "A button for every year. A stitch for every memory."
    Good line hun! Reminds me of a Seamus Heaney poem 'Mid-Term Break' (dunno if you've read it) at the end.


  • zillion
    August 11, 2007

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    'candyfloss'. What an awesome term. Haven't heard it before, but I like it. Very hip and 'new age'. It's attractive.


    • x-Chiaroscura-x
      August 12, 2007
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      Thanks!

      Glad you liked the poem! I meant candyfloss the sweet...its spun sugar on a stick, normally white or pink, and you buy it at the seaside...it might just be an english thing, not sure ^_^
      Thanks for the comment!


  • Dalaney gold member
    August 11, 2007

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    This is a wonderful poem. I love your
    expressive writing - so full of imagery
    and delightful quirks. Truly, this poem
    captured my imagination and my heart.

    Love, Lane

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