Saturday, September 15, 2012
Days Gone By
Last Wednesday, September 12th, was International Crochet Day. When it was brought to my attention, I immediately thought of these beautiful crocheted doilies from my Great Aunt Ruth and Aunt Faye. My MeMaw had these on her tabletops with various figurines and glass baskets of faux fruit. I can't help but be amazed by the intricacies of the pretties of days gone by. This poem by Susan Auld spoke to my heart as I remembered the ladies of my family from past generations.
In the Shadow of the Design
When I found the doily
it lay folded,
forgotten among the trappings
of my family gatherings,
its unfolding released
dusty and hazy memories
intensified by the motion of my hands
as I smoothed away the creases.
Yellowed threads, looped and knotted
by the strength of ancestral history
created a lacy snowflake on the wall
when held up in the day's streaming brilliance.
I found my grandmother in the shadow of the design.
I watched as she stroked my hair
and smoothed the doily over the headrest
of the stuffed chair in her parlor.
The sun moved and I lost her.
Two loose threads dangled from the doily's edging
each going its own way as generations will,
but still bound by the constancy of kindred connections.