Your dresses
Sweet, like that perfume we gave you that you took a liking to. Soft, like baby powder; soft cheeks, love in your eyes, often with a tear of love and pride in us.
Brightly coloured dresses, all the same shape and cut: blue and green jewel colours, pink, mauve, bright clear blue; red suede shoes. All scented with your own scent.
I gave them all away because they were so you, so pretty and so practical for some other old lady to discover and wear and enjoy.
Imagine how I felt then, when many weeks later, in search of a bargain, I found them all hanging together on a rack.
I buried my face in them all, one by one, not caring what the other shoppers thought, and you were there again with me.
Brightly coloured dresses, all the same shape and cut: blue and green jewel colours, pink, mauve, bright clear blue; red suede shoes. All scented with your own scent.
I gave them all away because they were so you, so pretty and so practical for some other old lady to discover and wear and enjoy.
Imagine how I felt then, when many weeks later, in search of a bargain, I found them all hanging together on a rack.
I buried my face in them all, one by one, not caring what the other shoppers thought, and you were there again with me.