My Mother’s Clothes
Still there are far too many blouses and slacks
even though we reduced them by half
in the first move to the home, and half again
in the next, saving only those that almost fit,
like her skin, laying loose against her bones.
There is so little left. Even her wedding ring
I’ve tucked inside my father’s in my dresser drawer,
her gardening hat on a shelf in my closet.
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Your words spoke to my heart and to my every fear as I watch my mother age. Beautiful.
But in this poem, she lives…
“There is so little left.” Heartbreaking line.
her wedding ring
I’ve tucked inside my father’s in my dresser drawer
Touching.
that time we cleaned my mother’s apartment
and a shoe tree hung on the back of the closet door…tiny little shoes for tiny little feet
So very tender, sad and beautiful.