Mandy Coe

Sensing Mother - Poem by Mandy Coe

Dad keeps mum's favourite dress
deep in the bottom of the ottoman.
Sometimes, when he is at work
I stand listening to the tick of the clock
then go upstairs.

And propping up
the squeaky wooden lid, I dig through
layers of rough, winter blankets
feeling for that touch of silk.
The blue whisper of it cool
against my cheek.

Other times � the school-test times,
and dad-gets-home-too-late
to-say-goodnight times �
I wrap the arms of the dress around me,
breathing in a smell, faint as dried flowers.

I remember how she twirled around
� like a swirl of sky.

When I am old enough I will wear it.
Pulling up the white zip,
I'll laugh and spin,
calling out to my daughter:
How do I look?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2018

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