Artifact II: Grandma Ann’s sewing box

Grandma talked about teaching me
tatting, but never had the time,
puttering in the kitchen all day.
I don’t remember the dark wooden box
where she kept her thread, hidden
in the dim second bedroom
near the sewing machine.
When my mother gave it to me,
the tatting thread was still inside
with a child-sized pair of slippers
crocheted in yellow and blue.
I like to think they were meant for me.

Grandma Ann’s sewing box