The Little Chinese Seamstress

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By Katy

A long pigtail tied with a bright red ribbon. Wild eyes that, when laughing, dance. White nylon socks disappearing into pale pink canvas shoes. Working the treadle of her sewing machine. Daughter of a Tailor. So called the Little Chinese Seamstress Not completely illiterate. Not completely naive. From listening intently to stories. To falling in love for the first time. To making love for the first time. To missing vital weeks. And ending the life of One she had yet to meet. No longer pale pink canvas. Give way for stark white tennis shoes. Goodbye red ribbon and long pigtail. Hello short bob. City clothes replacing former fashions. The influence of Literature.

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March 6, 2006 18:18Faith

This poem is hauntingly sad... well done.

May 22, 2007 14:27Chuck Shorter

Very touching. Sad that true innocence is forced to change for the worse. Lovely poem.