She'd say
It was so near to the end of September,
not a cooler fall day us olde folks can remember.
Some fields still stood full with wheat's golden tops,
The meadow lay bitten by the first seasons frost.
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Now, I can't tell you how many times I have sat
listening, trying to focus my view
I would shudder once as my gram went on to tell
and she'd say
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The fires were lit, to take off the chill
Outside trees were blazen, orange and red topped the hills
It was on this day, this crisp fall morn,
a new baby girl, my child was born.
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I can remember
There she'd be sitting, her in her rocker, me at her feet
She'd pause just long enough to take a sip from her tea
Start rocking again and go on to tell
Start rocking again and go on to tell
she'd say
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The years went on by and the seasons did change
With each new September, the young girl she did age.
From a young girl to a woman in no time at all,
There seemed a connection between this woman and Fall.
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Now the picture grew vivid in my mind as hers
another sip from her cup, I'd rustle up to my knees
and she'd say
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Another fall day much like the first,
I witnessed a miracle, the miracle of your birth
The fires relit, to take off the chill
Your mamma, my daughter, you child, her first
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Another pause for a sip and to reminisce
she'd rock a bit more and go on to tell
she'd say
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Even though your sweet mamma was called home that day
She left me with something, her sweet child to raise
She went on her way to dance in Fall's Leaves
Your mamma, my Autumn, my heart she'll never
leave
She dances her dance, when the leaves float on down
from the mountaintops to meadows
her colors abound.
Autumn's Dance
written by Traci Stoddard
9/9/2011
Please meet Autumn
a plain and simple prairie doll
handmade by me, she's 18" tall
Dress in the colors of Fall
Patched and Mended
Pin-Tucked Apron and All
Autumn can be purchased for $30.00 plus Travel Fare. She will arrive signed and dated by me, her maker.
Autumn's Blessings to All,
Traci
Chills and tears again! I just got them visiting the Cranky Crow and now your beautiful story, Traci! Your art obviously transcends the boundaries of needle & thread - so talented! ~*~Lisa
ReplyDeletesuch a delightful, heartfelt vignette Traci...just beautifully written...and Autumn is beautiful as well. Have a wonderful weekend.
ReplyDeletepatti
So cute! Love the little outfit.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful~ yep~ I am with Lisa~it is a teary eyed night in blogland~
ReplyDeleteAutumn is lovely~
hugs
Teresa
I love your doll, so prim perfect. Hugs, Lecia
ReplyDeleteOh my Heck Traci....now you got the waterfalls flowing again. This is too, too, bittersweet. Is it true??? Autumn is as sumptuous as her season's namesake....Your creations - both with needle and thread - and word - are amazing and heart-stopping...Hugs ~ Robin
ReplyDeleteHi Traci, great job on the poem and the doll!!
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Lorna