缝纫-苏.艾伦.汤普森

orchid

我大姐婚礼前夜，
我和妈妈待到很晚
给每一位伴娘的帽子边缘
手工缝纫一小片云网

和她单独在一起很稀罕
我都想不起我要说点什么。
我们在枝形吊灯下沉默地做活
直至天差不多破晓时刻。

很快我就会有一个自己的房间
她也只会仅仅为六个人做饭。
我在我们缝过的花环之间飘着，
安静地呵护着我们的指尖。

她仍然让我感觉安慰，
我想，我仍然拥有她。
The night before my older sister’s wedding,
my mother and I sat up late
hand-stitching a little cloud of netting
to the brim of each bridesmaid’s hat

To be alone with her was so rare
I couldn’t think of what I had to say.
We worked in silence beneath the chandelier
until it was almost daybreak.

Soon I’d have a room of my own
and she would only be cooking for six.
We drifted among the wreaths we had sewn,
nursing quietly on our fingertips.

That she still had me was a comfort,
I think. And I still had her.