Written for: November 2021 PAD - Day 14
"Take the phrase, (blank) That"
Disapproving mom points,
alluding to purple dress,
refusing to accept my
choosing of a non-earth tone, I guess.
Shopping together never worked.
Copying her taste was not in me.
Flopping down, we'd take a break,
stopping for ice cream. We both agreed.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
My mother made all of our clothes from whatever fabric happened to be on sale. I remember a sundress with Santas all over it. 😂😂