First Communion
by 
Jojovits1
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Posted: 17 April 2021 Word Count: 102 Summary: Tenuous link with Oonah's challenge. In our "thingy drawer" when I was little, was mum's button box. As well as buttons, there were findings and beads and lace and all sorts that she used for crafting, knitting and sewing. It reminded me of my first communion dress that she made me. I wish I could post pics - I look so angelic! :-) |
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My Communion dress.
An elegance of draped
white crepe
and velvet ribbons.
Mother of pearl trimmings
clasped my
throat and wrists
like decorative
restraints.
My mother
spent months stitching
her hopes for me
to every bead
and sequin.
It was perfection.
Hands clasped in prayer
in yellowing photographs
I look the part.
I fell three times
beside the
Stations of the Cross
on the way
to receiving Jesus.
Pioty betrayed
by new shoes
and slippery
souls.
My mother
had the dress cleaned
while adjusting
her hopes.
For years it hung
in my wardrobe.
An elegance of draped
white crepe
and irremovable
stains.
An elegance of draped
white crepe
and velvet ribbons.
Mother of pearl trimmings
clasped my
throat and wrists
like decorative
restraints.
My mother
spent months stitching
her hopes for me
to every bead
and sequin.
It was perfection.
Hands clasped in prayer
in yellowing photographs
I look the part.
I fell three times
beside the
Stations of the Cross
on the way
to receiving Jesus.
Pioty betrayed
by new shoes
and slippery
souls.
My mother
had the dress cleaned
while adjusting
her hopes.
For years it hung
in my wardrobe.
An elegance of draped
white crepe
and irremovable
stains.
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Bucketloads!
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