My White Skirt
When I was sixteen, Mom gave
me
thirty dollars to buy a prom
dress.
My boyfriend and I found
a cute cream floor-length skirt
and blue blouse of crinkly material
which came to sixty dollars.
He threw in the extra thirty.
I told Mom I had to spend
all the money she gave me,
not admitting the real cost.
I kept the skirt all these
years
hoping someday it would fit
again.
It had been out of sight and mind
when my daughter was that
size.
Now, my storage space flooded
and the skirt’s moldy and
ruined.
It would have been better if
I
would have given it away long
ago.
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