Grabbing the keys I ran out the door. This night I watched the moon. The willow weeped. I followed a drive. Found myself at a fabric store about to close.
I combed each aisle identifying strings of brands and bobbin sizes. I read the details in sewing books. I finished the night with a bottle of noir. Dad and I watched a film about Queen Elizabeth.
A girl became a woman. To be composed, wise and strong. For now I am curious, critical and beyond passionate. I like this girl the one in the mirror. Most important she doesn’t mind the work. Tipping the hat, I note ‘carry on my dear, you will make it through your war’.