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




Joining David's W3 - Selma's prompt:

• Imagine a person from an old memory looking in on you through an open window;
  • You’d all but forgotten about this person, but today their presence has given rise to this memory;
  • What do you see? What’s going on?
• Write this as a Memory Poem:
  • Purge this memory out of your system; allude to the memory; banish the memory; 
• Poem length: 100 – 300 words;
• The poem must end with these words: “Let him/her look”