Dresser Scarf Poem by Holly Jamestone

I folded the large white paper again and again
Until it was a perfect rectangle with neatly smooth edges
As I began cutting random angles and quickly turning
The sharp scissors away from my ring finger

I hearkened back to days in grammar school
Where we made snowflakes at Christmas
Or turkeys at Thanksgiving which our child-sized hands gently traced
Onto the paper that Mama proudly scotch-taped to the fridge

My snipped paper twirled rapidly as did my memories
Its white synonymous with the grains in the hourglass of my life
As the breeze danced between the window shade and the lace valance
And the window sill waited for the dust bunnies to dance in the light

I earnestly snipped the paper again and again
Until it was a perfect doily with lace scalloped edges
Each event representing a significant event in my life
A veritable dresser scarf that I held down with Grandma’s jewelry box
Before leaving the room and closing the door

(7-26-2013)
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