|Momma & Sissy|
|Me & doll|
Stitches of Love
by Janice Adcock
The picture of a child holding her doll so near.
The dress made by the child's mom, still young, so dear.
The doll was maybe the child's very "first born"
Or her closest, best friend that she would dress and adorn.
With means limited by a farmer's meager income,
Momma Stitched togs from scraps, lovingly homespun.
No matter to the child as she squealed with delight
When she saw the clothes by Christmas' morns' first light.
Now the child with her youth and dolls all long gone,
Cleans out the attic where her "first babe" was "born".
And there in a box amid the dust and the heat,
The grown child finds a treasure so rare, so sweet.
First the veil, then the slip, a blouse and a shoe.
There are ginghams and formals for her & her sister's dolls, too.
No matter the fabrics are stained, fragile and worn,
The woman's heart soars as on that Christmas morn.
The joy is neither that of a child at play,
Nor long forgotten clothes seeing the light of day.
The Joy is a true blessing from God above,
To once again see her Momma's Stitches of Love.
Written April, 2007
One of the items was a dress that was on the last doll I received from Santa, a V-18 Revlon doll. I spent the next months on ebay bidding on original underwear, replacement stockings and shoes. I washed and cleaned Elizabeth Suzanne's hair and body. Now she sits in John Roger's little rocking chair in our living room. I still look for the "right" Toni doll on ebay in order to dress her in one of the items found in the attic.
|My wedding. Mom made all the bridesmaids & flower girl's dresses.|
My four nephews jackets were made by Mom.