I did a poetry! It was kind of on a whim, I guess. I was flipping through a magazine at the Country Club and saw an article featuring last year's winners. I figured, I've never entered a poetry contest, why not? Turns out I won an award! I got to go to a little ceremony out at Saint Mary of the Woods and read my poem, along with the other winners. The theme for this year's contest was "Treasure." Here's my poem, dedicated to my Mamaw.
Pieces not suitable for quilts
Behind the hollow wood door that folds away
In the built-on room with no floor--
That's where you left it for me to find.
Long before I was born, you were curating.
Cutting dresses and drapes is what they thought you wanted it for,
But we both know better than that.
In a room that smells like hot plastic sunlight
And sounds like bare feet and metal shelves
You saved it just for me.
Press up against the wall and stretch your skinny arm
Just as far as it will go until your fingers find the lightswitch.
Beyond the towers of unopened puzzles.
Past the pieces of milky green Tupperware with corresponding lids.
When the metal tins start to pile up you're getting closer.
If you reach the giant freezer you've gone too far.
Look up and see them arranged so neatly!
The names of my mother and her sisters are written across in your slanting hand.
The spot is not marked by "X" but rather by colors and kinds and
"Pieces not suitable for quilts."
More than my lifetime was spent collecting this treasure
Remnants of fabric that hit the floor yet caught your eye
Something about the way they formed the negative space with such style
You stoop to pick it up, softly whistling Hank Williams, no doubt,
Taking a moment to bestow its future purpose upon it
Before you gently fold it into itself.
You would've wanted me to have it, I'm sure of it.
Why else would every single piece I uncover feel like a kiss on my cheek?
Why else would you have hidden it all in plain sight?
Waiting for me to grow tall enough to reach when I needed a reminder of you.