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This poem addresses domestic violence. If you prefer not to read about that subject, please continue to the next model. Twelfth-grade writer Jessica’s words paint memorable images; her lines present realism without the aura of shame or blame.
Mama’s stitches color me like dark
crayons striking paper; my
beautiful Mama’s stitches find me on
the rainy days I try to hide.
Broken vase upon cold tile; sorry
Mama, Mama—I’ll be better
than the little girl I was last week;
you said I needed fixing.
Stitches, stitches, you say will hold me
together; if not now, then forever.
I’ll understand one day, how papas lie
and kiss their bottles instead of mamas.
Oh, Mama, Mama, black and blue
the kids at school ask why I have
these stitches and I smile and say they’re
glue. I’ll stay together better than
the best of you. Mama used to sing for me
but Papa taught her to learn me right
and someday I won’t make the same
mistakes. Mama’s stitches stay with me
even when they’ve disappeared.
Mama’s Stitches by Thoughtful Learning is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Based on a work at bigtrackerfast.info/studentmodels/mama%E2%80%99s-stitches.