The TORQUOISE DRESS

My mother, with no daughters

Could not, with them, “do shop”

So had t’rely on store staff,

When clothing needed bought.

One Christmas, when still single,

In early 20’s me,

Was wondering what to buy her,

Then clothing, I did see.

Knew roughly she was MY size,

And style of dress she’d choose,

Espied a turquoise ‘A’ line flair,

With flowing skirt, so loose.

I took it to the change room

To see if it would fit ,

(From change room I did NOT exit,

Not into ‘that’ - admit)

A dress, with matching jacket,

I bought, and checked with staff

If I could later change it,

If I had made a gaffe.

When Christmas Day  arrived then,

And mum her gifts, opened,

She knew this gift was ‘clothing’

To store, would she, it, send?

I saw her apprehension

Urged her ‘’see does it fit”

Delight on face, emerging

From washroom wearing it.

She found it unbelievable,

She pondered it a while,

Her SON, could choose such clothing?

It was her size; and style.