Imperfect recall

I remember my mother
in a green mini dress and
matching boots, that
matched her eyes,
jet black hair.

I was three or more and it was
just her and me, I think
hard to recall completely

She bought me a dress
and boots with buttons on.
We didn't take them home
in boxes, or may be we did
I recall stamping in puddles
the buttons becoming less shiny.

Afterwards I recall climbing on a stool
and drinking lemonade and someone
said Mama had gone to Switzerland,
or Swaziland or maybe ... Heaven
I was four and the stools felt
like climbing the Eiffel Tower
and the boots on the stand
were beginning to pinch my feet.

Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2020-12-26 at 15:30

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I am grateful to have read this poem. Very fine work, indeed.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely and poignant reminiscence, Elle. Beautifully written.

Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Such heart touching poem. So sorry for your loss Elle