The Hat Maker

The hat maker by Jude Kyrie It was so very long ago. The world was full of hats. In the spring the hat maker came. She pinned her felts and silk to my mother’s head. Added feathers and flowers. My mother would be beautiful for the Easter parade. I tried them on when she was out. Until my head became too big. One hat in each box Representing one more Easter. Then when the chemo took her hair We sat outside of her bedroom The hat lady came for the last time. She left solemn and quiet Her eyes cast to the floor. We all went in to see her last creation On her head a beautiful hat with flowers and ostrich feathers. Her head perfectly covered Not a sign of her lost hair. And that was the last time I saw her smile