Mended ways
April 30, 2015 at 6:42 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 20 CommentsTags: clothes, clothing, darn, family, fashion, memoir, mend, mended, mending, mom, mother, mum, school, sock, thrift
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Mum used to mend our clothes.
When a sock got holed, she darned it.
Her neat stitches lasted long after the rest of the sock fell to bits
in the rag bag.
The darning wool was soft.
Often slightly thicker than the fabric it repaired.
You could feel a mended patch against your heel or under your toe.
At school. On a sleepover. In the park.
A tiny reminder of a mother’s thrift, industry, talent and love.
Comforting.
The years have unravelled.
Now, as I fall to bits, I wish I had one darned sock to keep me safe.
Each time I bin a worn one, I think I should learn to mend.
But not before I wish
with all my heart
that Mum were still here to do it.
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