Sunday, 24 June 2012

That crazy dress your mother wore...

... a poem for my daughter, when she was 14.

Summer dress


Take one more moment to look back at me.

In this day as I always was, am,
standing in the flowered dress,

bewitcher of butterflies and dragonflies,
my summer aurora,
running as we did from a monster in the
park laughing until we escaped it together,
you could always find me in a crowd
and take a fistful with your thumb in your mouth,
my baby elephant, my tail,

which you never fail to remind me that you hate,
now that you are 14.

But you will see it.

Me comfortable in a folding chair at the beach,
or beside the soccer pitch,
or walking toward you on the sidewalk,
waiting for you after school and a hard day,
by the kitchen sink in the heat of summer,
smell of house and sound of mowing
making it July, and hot and early evening.

or pulling weeds in a moment of futility,
looking sideways, in the way that memory sneaks up on you
and casts itself forever, indelible,

in another mother walking with her child
in a flowered summer dress,

and you wondering who I was,
and where to find me.

PD

** The dress above is from vintage vixen 

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