Her poems have appeared in The Paris Review, The Kenyon Review Online, Virginia Quarterly Review, The Southern Review, and elsewhere. Damm & Son. I tried.I really did.I tried taping it, I tried tying it, I stiched it, I bolted it.But still it fell apart.I put up walls, Made of mortar and stoneSo nothing could touch it.Nothing could hurt it.I told myself it was safe.Safe from everything bad in the world.And also from the good.Safe from you.But you did, as you always do.And you broke right through.Tearing it to peices one more time.Then smiling and walking away.Leaving me, with the wreckage. I put up walls, Made of mortar and stone So nothing could touch it. The heart that quilts knows, oh, so well the peace that can be found, as needle meets with fabric, for there is no sweeter sound. they cut babies from my body. cuts out the heart she wants Twice they cut babies from my body, but the body remains. A Legacy of Stitches is what we leave behind; the imprint of our very soul that lasts beyond our time. Any woman with my blood, saves—is a saver. Notes. When given one I’ve become, saving every stitch. Maggie Smith is the author of The Well Speaks of Its Own Poison (Tupelo Press 2015), winner of the Dorset Prize; Lamp of the Body (Red Hen Press 2005), winner of the Benjamin Saltman Award; and three prizewinning chapbooks. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. I'm already killedReplaying all the times I've said goodbyewiping away all my tearsgoodbye; I whisper as I break down and cryscreaming to scare away my fears, It's a good poem/ poignant write, Like I said in my poem titled: In Pursuit of Happiness. Twice but the body remains. Onder Stitches & Poetry combineer ik mijn liefde voor poëzie en creatief handwerk door o.a. What I thought it was a great loss, it turned out to be a blessing in from the sky! Original title: Dikt i masker - klær du kan strikke Hardcover from LibriArte/Allehånde forlag, 1997. they said my body would dissolve, the thread. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. When given one sheet of paper, my daughter. 26 talking about this. Smith is a Contributing Editor to the Kenyon Review and a Visiting Assistant Professor in Creative Writing at The Ohio State University. 10+++ Keep inspiring the World with more of your talented writes and I hope next time, you will post more joyful and happy poems. Safe from you. A 2011 National Endowment for the Arts Fellow, Smith has also received fellowships from the Ohio Arts Council, the Sustainable Arts Foundation, and elsewhere. I tried. Any woman with my blood. Safe from everything bad in the world. ISBNs: 8251784352, 978-8251784351 . Stitches Lyrics: I thought that I've been hurt before / But no one's ever left me quite this sore / Your words cut deeper than a knife / Now I need someone to breathe me back to life / Got a Nothing could hurt it. Plz read my poem /my heart is broken/. Each piece is made using vintage and repurposed cloth, sometimes dyed or stained with ink. snowflakes, flowers. published in 2000 N.W. i've never had stitches never cut my skin so deep that the wound couldn't heal itself there was that one time i probably should have but it healed and now there is only a large scar on my left thigh where i could have had stitches i've never had stitches never been brave enough to climb a tree high enough sheet of paper, my daughter. Stitches Poem by Nom Nom Nom - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 25, 2011. See how nothing is wasted. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window), Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window), Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window).