Mommy Margie Morgan reading a story to her triplets.
Shirley M. Bailey, 84, of Burke submitted this poem “as a tribute to my mother, Lorena W. Mayhew, a superb seamstress, who kept her four children well dressed during the Depression and even later with her superb skills as a seamstress."
While she's here, your mind forgets that she won't always be.
You accept with selfish gratitude the nights she sewed late
so you could have a special dress to wear to some event
that seemed then to be more important than your aging mother getting rest.
You took for granted the talent she had for taking a tuck here, and easing a seam there, just so you could feel,
when you walked into that party,
that you were looking as good as you possibly could,
considering what you started out as.
Needle in hand, she hummed (always the same tune)
as she sewed, proud that her daughter
was having opportunities for fun,
something life left little room for
in her own youth.
Always willing to put her own needs aside
for any desire of the four children she bore,
she made each of us feel special, as though
we were her only child.
Ever the example of goodness,
she gave her love unconditionally,
even when we erred.
— Shirley M. Bailey