when I was a child
my mother’s skirt was
something to cling to
reassurance hidden
in its folds encompassing
someone who made our
everyday routine into an
act of love and sacrifice
elevating the mundane
to something precious
something I still cling to
now she’s gone …
(c) Rita Summers 2016
Thinking of entering this in Remade 2016. Still need to make a jacket and a shirt to go with it!