There they bend; crepe-paper spread out across the kitchen couch. My mother and my brother are struggling to make a special dress for my first fancy dress ball.
It didn’t go well. But I never forgot their endeavours. And I love them for that.
Benita H. Kape (c) 22.3.2022
De Jackson is taking us through today’s PAPER quadrille (44 word poem.) To say I had a complex relationship with my eldest brother is an understatement. But I cherish this memory of my mother and my brother, neither of whom were creative in such matters. Both have passed away now. Bless them.