How we hated Lamonts,
my aunt and I,
as her sister—my mother,
her mother—my grandma,
shopped and tried
on somebody else’s
It was the smell,
or the way
it made us feel
by dress or bra or shoe.
And leave to breathe,
fairly sprinting to her car,
in search of that bright patch of sky
we were already enough.
© 2019 Jennifer Wagner
I love your ending the bright patch of sky and owning the magic-
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 ~
Yes, indeed -- I can definitely picture this whole scenario!!
Some childhood experiences haunt us forever.
Brilliant sketch / reminiscence.
I love the bright patch of sky, the sprint to the car - release into Being Enough. Cool!
such a fine turn in the final stanza ~
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