Shopping

We used to go shopping, you and I. Dressing room privacy, Mom corner-facing Then turn, you turn, front and back, A view from every side. Ooos and ahs . . . So pretty, Mom’s pretty daughter. What fun we had, you and I, When we used to go shopping. “Put this one in the MAYBE pile,” you said, “But, oh, it’s so pretty,” said I. “Does it make my butt look big?” “Not at all,” I replied. “Oh, crap! I’ll have to pass on it then.” Giggle Giggle Chuckle There was room for Laughter, Room for Fun, Before HEALTH turned her back on you. And egg shells filled the space between you and me, I’ve never been a careful stepper. It’s best, I’m told, if I stay out of the nest. But once upon a time In the not so distant past We enjoyed retail excursions My beautiful daughter and I When we used to go shopping. ~ Judy Bausch