My mother wore a duster
(Or a housedress) ‘round the house,
Which was once the garb of women
(Even lacking kids or spouse).
It was likely made of cotton
In a shift-style meant for ease,
Much more comfortable for housework
Than a pair of dungarees.
I’m not sure if stores still sell them
But the reasoning was right,
For when I’m at home I’m wearing
Clothes the opposite of tight.
They may be quite old and baggy
But they’re just the togs for me
Since the most important rule of home
Is comfort is the key.
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2015
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