a stitch here a stitch there scissors up and down the piece of silk i bought many many years ago she didn’t believe me i still remember her eyes her whispers ‘too good for her’
my treasure drawer held bits and pieces many tiny little treasures collected over the years the precious silk laid down in there, waiting and waiting ‘too good for her’
each time i opened the drawer the silk greeted me with softness her whispers always followed along ‘too good for her’
when i moved out i couldn’t leave the silk behind it came in my suitcase which was its home for many many years and of course her whispers tagged along ‘too good for her’
as I get older I understand i’m free and so the piece of silk a skirt has been tailored and flows freely in the wind her whispers have no power over me ‘too good for her’ let her look