Crepe-paper Dress
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.
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