My mother, Carla Chlouber, passed away on April 27th, 2011.
But she left many poems, short stories and writings.
So I feel I was given a gift which I will share with you.
I Wish that I Could Weave
I wish that I could weave for you a coat
Of softest wool in subtle shades of brown
to match your hair and eyes. When I tell
you this, you shake your head and frown
saying I can’t even dress the loom.
And you are right, you know. I never learned
the craft at all. I simply made the moves
of spinning, winding, and weaving. It concerned
me little that the loom was bare. But now
I wish with all my heart that I could weave,
designing such attire for you that, glorious
in this beauty, you would never leave.
When I was in high school I used to weave—dress the loom. I think she wrote this when I left for art school…..