Fabric swatch, token, an identifying "record" of a mother & baby Threads of Feeling - The Foundling Museum |
Threads of Feeling
I wish I'd a gossamer braid,
sheer and silky,
yet all I have
is a faded floral cotton square
that joins a red striped camblet
that joins a red striped camblet
(snippet of a mother's gown?),
and colorful ribbons trussed together,
scarlet flowered chintz,
woolen heart, and threadbare sleeve
of berries red and white.
Witness a calico bird pinned
Witness a calico bird pinned
to newborn's chest
beneath a mother's tears
and fears he'll be laid to rest
before she can return,
if she can return.
Godspeed, little one,
Godspeed, little one,
with this swatch do remember me,
this snippet still warm from my skin
I place upon yours,
so dear to me...
so lost to me.
by Margaret Bednar, March 8, 2018
This is linked to "dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Threads of Feeling" London's Foundling Hospital opened in 1739. Mothers brought their babies there due to poverty and other reasons (some hoped to return to reclaim them but most never were able to and some babies died) Mothers left a token, as proof of identity in case they did manage to return. If you click on the "Threads of Feeling" link below you will see a few fabrics left behind (display in an exhibit in 2010/11).
Threads of Feeling
The Foundling Museum
by Margaret Bednar, March 8, 2018
This is linked to "dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Threads of Feeling" London's Foundling Hospital opened in 1739. Mothers brought their babies there due to poverty and other reasons (some hoped to return to reclaim them but most never were able to and some babies died) Mothers left a token, as proof of identity in case they did manage to return. If you click on the "Threads of Feeling" link below you will see a few fabrics left behind (display in an exhibit in 2010/11).
Threads of Feeling
The Foundling Museum
4 comments:
Very nice description of someone giving such tokens to their child whom they must abandon--so dear and so lost.
This is heartbreaking... know how many of those tokens that never found their way back. I cannot imagine having to give up a child, but I do remember this world from reading Dickens..
This is heart rending. I think it's the fabric still warm from the mother's skin that got me the most. I can imagine that so powerfully, and it's such an intimate thought. You reminded me of the first time I held my babies skin on skin. Beautiful.
Powerful emotions woven in that little patch of cloth...a mother's heart-breaking decision for what she believes will benefit the child!
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