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Three Poems from Unspoken: An Inheritance of Words




from a memoir in poems dedicated to the author's mother, and to the memory of her grandmother. Reprinted with permission of the author.

Even trees have chronologies,

unspoken stories, annual rings a diary
of each year of life. Some of your stories

remain silent, too--you speak them
in other ways, passing them on to me;

not written on paper with ink,
they are recorded in my bones and veins,

bound in my skin. I undertand--
you don't have to say a word. Other times

you seem unfamiliar to me, just as in years
without summer certain rings of the tree

are missing--times when growth and strength
are made known only by cutting a cross section.



Couture

The cut of the dress takes me back
to the ones you used to sew,
shaped to your curved
hips, slim waist, seams and darts
at the bust and modest
necklines. I can still breathe in

the scent of Hoogie's Drygoods
as you choose Vogue patterns
mimicking photos
of Jackie O;

at home, you knelt on the floor,
layed the pattern out, tightly, tissue paper
pinned to wool, or Fortrel, me
propped up on spindle
elbows, watching as the puzzle

fit together. At the machine, your brow
furled, pins in the seams of your lips, fingers
nimble, you'd slip them out before the needle's
speedy approach, foot pressed to the pedal

like you were tailgating in your black
Chevrolet Corvair, but you were so careful;

there was always just enough
fabric left, your Singer humming a new
girl's 6X blouse, skirt or hair-band for me,
an accessory,

cut from the same cloth
as you altered the pattern, just a bit here
and there.


My Life Cannot be Grasped

"My life cannot be grasped as a singular totality."
--Paul Ricouer

A life cannot be grasped
as a singular totality. The story

of my death can only be told
by others; my beginning, only

by others. My birth belongs
to the history of my parents.

It is the story in the middle
that I will tell. Let me

share it with you, then ask you
if you will tell my ending

after I'm gone, if you will
be the one to tell the story of love.

About the Author

Connie T. Braun

Connie T. Braun is an author and instructor of Creative Writing. She has published a memoir The Steppes are the Colour of Sepia (Ronsdale Press, 2008) a collection of poetry, Unspoken: An Inheritance of Words (Fern Hill Publications, 2014), a chapbook, Narrow Passageway (Alfred Gustav Press 2017) and Silentium: Reflections on Memory, Sorrow, Place and the Sacred (Wipf and Stock, Resource Publications 2017). Along with reviews for various publications, her personal essays and poetry appear in anthologies and journals. She has served on the boards for the arts and writing, is a member of the League of Canadian Poets, and currently represents the Mennonite constituency as a member of the community advisory committee for the Peace and Conflict Studies Program at the University of the Fraser Valley. Connie has recently returned from a residency at Hedgebrook for "women authoring change."