Dress-up at Grandma’s

Dress up
grandma’s cedar chest
hats, gloves, scarves
an old fur stole
beaded sweaters
a string of yellowed pearls
the girls all line up in finery
before an oval mirror.
They curtsey to themselves
giggle, pantomime a cup of tea
the application of make-up.
Stand tall in ruby high-heeled slippers
and black patent leather pumps.
Dive for further treasures
deeper in the wooden box
and time itself stands briefly still
while they’re all in a hurry
to grow themselves up.

c.Darlene Moore Berg


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