Sunday, September 29, 2019


How we hated Lamonts,
my aunt and I,
as her sister—my mother,
her mother—my grandma,
shopped and tried
on somebody else’s
soon-to-be clothes.

It was the smell,
we said,
or the way
it made us feel

or defined
by dress or bra or shoe.

And leave to breathe,
fairly sprinting to her car,

in search of that bright patch of sky
that agreed
we were already enough.

© 2019 Jennifer Wagner


Ella said...

I love your ending the bright patch of sky and owning the magic-
being enough!

Wendy Bourke said...

Love it. A wonderful and authentic vignette. I can really picture it and though, I've never been to that particular store, I think (by your description) I could, probably, recognize it by the smell ~ smiles ~

Mary said...

Yes, indeed -- I can definitely picture this whole scenario!!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Some childhood experiences haunt us forever.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Brilliant sketch / reminiscence.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the bright patch of sky, the sprint to the car - release into Being Enough. Cool!

grapeling said...

such a fine turn in the final stanza ~