IN MY WARDROBE

Come with me and look inside
My wardrobe.
Push aside the shoes and bags and Here’s a shoebox
Lying there – the smallest of all shoes within –
And a small robe folded in tissue paper.
Once I wore it for my Christening
And my child – she wore it too.
Lying there’s a pile of Winter woollies neatly folded
Won’t be needed this year
Next to a stack of smaller garments
Tied with ribbon. Never worn.
Just lying there amongst the clutter
Lying there.

Hanging on the rail above
Here’s my graduation dress.
Hanging there.
How proud my parents were that day
Next to my lovely bridal gown in a special bag
Hanging there, remembering another joyful day.
I see them in my mind, all smiles
Laughing there, the day my little Daisy was born.
And hanging there, the dress I wore
To Daisy’s happy baptismal day.
Move the hangers on the rail
To see my style, to see my life
Hanging there

Hanging there’s my husband’s suit
He left it when he went away
The day after Daisy’s funeral.
My Mother’s heart broke and she died
My father followed close behind.
Hanging there are things of theirs.
And on the shelf another box
Sitting there
Full of their ashes mixed with Daisys’.
And hanging there’s the dress I wore to say goodbye
And hanging in that dress am I. Just
Hanging there.