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Watching "The Sound of Music" for the First Time Since I Was A Girl In My Yaya’s Den
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Andrea Potos


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I am mesmerized by all the fabrics: 
Julie Andrew’s butterfly sleeves, her seafoam
green dress, the gentle swirling as she walks;
all the pinafores, suspenders and flouncy skirts,
the ponderous drapes she yanked from their rods
and transformed into playclothes for seven children,

the way my Yaya would, perched at her mahogany Singer
sewing machine; she could conjure almost anything:
long sleeves in one hour for her daughter’s prom dress,
pleated drapes for dining rooms, velvet Christmas dresses,
wool jumpers and floral quilted bathrobes for us girls,
even my sister’s wedding gown: a thousand seed pearls
planted by hand over months and months, a silken garden
for my sister, from my grandmother the water
and the light that grew us.



From  Mothershell (Kelsay Books, 2019)..
This poem first appeared in The Blue Nib.
Used here with permission.

 



Andrea Potos is a longtime independent bookseller and the author of numerous books. She loves to travel and garners much inspiration that way. Her Greek grandparents and their spirit have been an abiding presence and inspiration throughout Andrea's life and poetry. A resident of Madison, Wisconsin, she writes in longhand, and lives for cafes.

 

 


Post New Comment:
Stephen Anderson:
This is a beautiful love-letter of a poem, Andrea!
Posted 09/08/2019 08:47 AM
Larry Schug:
What a magnificent ending to this poem. It's words are made of the magic ingredient-"texture".
Posted 09/08/2019 07:58 AM


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