The Dog-eyed Woman

Mother collects tapestries, coverlets, quilts. She says that some remind her of her ESL students and others remind her of her aunt who is an amazing quilter.

Her aunt made a quilt from pieces her own mother hand laced. I think of it as the wedding quilt, pristine and untouchable.

The coverlets are from India and China and Turkey. Some of them are batiks and some have intricate designs.

Our furniture is old and pretty chewed up. The coverlets hide the stains and worn places.

I wish that I could cover the baby with a magic tapestry. I unfold one from Turkey. It has men in armor marching with their array. I wish that they were magic, real and that I could wrap her in the color of this piece of clothe and make all the hurt, all the damage, go away.

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