A woman’s dresser is a tour through her life.
The nightgowns that button up the front, with easy access for 2am feedings, are pushed to the back.
Faded pink satin, they have been forgotten in the whirlwind of babies’ grad school applications and work responsibilities.
Oversized sweatshirts and mom jeans fill another drawer, leftovers from trips to hospice wards and caregiving for those who gave her life.
New items are fighting for space,
determined, brave, and not about to back down,
legion, for they are many.
Black thigh high stockings, seamed.
Intricate, delicate garter belts.
Corsets, tightly fitted, leather and lace, they push still-perky breasts up and out for all to see.
Flouncy, fun, tiny skirts to cover for just a little while, until He says to lose them.
Yes, there are some new sheriffs in town.
And they scream to be heard above the melancholy past.
Better call Goodwill and make some room.
Rule 54- When i wear nylons i will wear them only with garters and high heels. i will never wear panty hose – such items of clothing shall be thrown out.
***Thank you for your faithful reading despite my absence- that pesky work! And the fun playtimes. 😉 New you’d understand.:) ***
