Rita Dove

My Father Enters The Work Force - Poem by Rita Dove

The path to ABC Business School
was paid for by a lucky sign:
Alterations, Qualified Seamstress Inquire Within.
Tested on Sleeves, hers
never puckered - puffed or sleek,
Leg o' or Raglan -
they barely needed the damp cloth
to steam them perfect.

Those were the afternoons. Evenings
she took in piecework, the treadle machine
with its locomotive whir
traveling the lit path of the needle
through quicksand taffeta
or velvet deep as a forest.
And now and now sang the treadle,
I know, I know....

And then it was day again, all morning
at the office machines, their clack and chatter
another journey - rougher,
that would go on forever
until she could break a hundred words
with no errors - ah, and then

no more postponed groceries,
and that blue pair of shoes!

Comments about My Father Enters The Work Force by Rita Dove

  • Fabrizio Frosini (6/27/2016 1:47:00 PM)

    Rita Dove portrayed her father in a number of poems, but this one is on her mother: ''My Mother Enters the Work Force'' (On the Bus) .. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/19/2015 6:47:00 PM)

    It's My Mother Enters the Workforce, not My Father. (Report) Reply

    Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (6/27/2016 1:45:00 PM)

    you're right - of course.. strange that they haven't edited it yet, writing the correct the title..

  • (5/15/2014 7:04:00 AM)

    Great piece. Reminding us again that things worked hard for, we seem to treasure so much more! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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