The mother's sewing needle whirs louder than her inner voice, The machine stops, she has to lick the thread to get it through the needle. Up again, it starts, the soft hum of her work, backward, forward, holding all together, loving you a stitch at a time.
Margaret A. Dukes 's Questions:
I hope this is what I call a "finished" poem, since I have revised it a
However, someone asked me what does "it" refer to in the phrase "Up again it starts". Do you think I should change anything? I dont' think so, but would welcome opinions.
I wondered also what associations this has with anyone who reads it. And what interpretations do you make of it? There are layers of meaning to me that I will gladly share with you after I hear other people's interpretations.