Clothespin Doll by Joanne Olivieri
Clothespin Doll For Mom It touched your heart a wooden clamp adorned in torn fabric, colors of life, Streaming tears of sorrow, yet joy, she was your dolly. You dressed her each day with different colored fabric, two dotted eyes and a painted smile, kept warm in a sewing machine drawer, protected, loved. Your clothespin baby didn't have a name though it didn't matter. She was your dolly and you loved her. ***** Background: A poem for my Mom. My Mom loved dolls but never had any as a child as my grandparents never had enough money to buy her one. So my Mom made a doll out of a clothespin and treated it as her baby and would tuck it in a drawer of their sewing machine each night to keep it safe, warm and protected. I wrote this for her when the words and memory came to me in the middle of the night I always bought Mom collectible dolls for different occasions because of her childhood knowing how much she wanted and loved dolls.