Who Wears the Glitzy Sequin Coat
I had never seen a glitzier, prettier pink sequin coat.
These were not ordinary sequins, they were elongated.
Reminded me of shiny sequin purses we saw in the sixties.
Who is wearing that coat? I wondered, trying to get a look.
Of course, it is my niece Charlene, nothing is too pretty for her.
She gave me her usual smile, the one I have seen since she was two.
An only child, a princess, beloved by her parents and the rest of us.
At sixteen, I still looked at her face and saw that two-year-old-toddler.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
