So I completed my set of 20 ATCs for this Mega swap that I’m in! This is the final 5 ATCs which incorporate a poem I wrote some time ago.
I’ll show you the pics of the ATCs, then I’ve posted the poem up, for you to read. The ATC version is slightly different, since I just felt inspired to do it that way.
You like it? These are just cut up pieces of cardstock, with cotton yarn wrapped around it, and then gessoed. After that, I painted it with watercolors. The words came from my typewriter, and then I glued them and colored them with PAN pastels.
So that’s that, really. That last one is talking about my brother, if you want to know.
Since I do not have those cool little clear cases to send them in, I’ll be making my own. I got an ATC in the mail with a cool handmade envelope so I am using it as my template! Cool, right? The only thing is that I have to make 20 of them. Good grief.
Tomorow will mark the end of my ATC week, so I hope you like what I have in store for tomorrow.
And, now for the poem:
Yesterday
when my
grandmother sang to me
taught me needlepoint and lace
crochet
and told me about jesus
(she of course, was the only one I believed)
yesterday
before the earth shattered
and
death followed
yesterday
I’m
reminded of the song
“Oh, I believe in yesterday…”
yesterday
when my father sang songs written by
George Harrison
John Lennon and
Paul McCartney
at night, to help me sleep
yesterday
when I gave birth to my daughter
just push
one two three, push
yesterday
now she sleeps on my shoulder and shakes her almost four year old hips.
yesterday
when I kissed her shoulder as she lay on my belly, naked
still purple
yesterday
when she called me momma in the
book store in park slope
the woman next to me looked and smiled
yesterday
when we were in love
when we were in love
but that particular yesterday, it’s today
it’s today that I love him and
he love me
yesterday he was a good boy
yesterday
the other was not
yesterday when he told me to go to college
yesterday
when I did not.
yesterday when I saw him in the kitchen
yesterday
I think I heard him laughing
holding the baby I lost years ago
yesterday
when I dreamed of all I have now
yesterday
when I became my own
yesterday
it’s all yesterday
blended to today
even now
right now
it’s yesterday
and now we look back and think
“Ah, yesterday, when life was simple….”
But it’s all yesterday
It all fades and blends in
like old jeans washed too often
like his old tattered tee shirt
or
cowboy boots so worn
that’s life
a collage of yesterdays
……………
I choose today.
The point of the poem is that we look around at the past so much sometimes, that we forget to look at the beauty of the present day. Yesterday may have brought pain but today is where we are at now.
I hope you like my art and my poem.
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The Craftaholic
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