our mom’s red dress

I REMEMBER MY MOM IN A BLUE-GREEN CHIFFON EVENING DRESS…AND I WAS SPEECHLESS!!!!

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She twirled for us, and the skirt of her dress floated up into a spinning circle of tiny chiffon pleats, crisp and flowy all at once, red like roses.  A long scarf-y chiffon was attached at the shoulder with a sparkly pin; it made a shifting shape in the air as she spun. It was Friday, and she had been to the beauty parlor.  Her hair was freshly captured into a style called a French Twist.

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Hairspray and perfume lightly scented the air.  Our mom was beautiful*, and our dad was our dad — what could be better?

“Where are you going?” we asked.

“Out,” said our mom. “We’re meeting some friends.”

Being a grownup was looking pretty promising.  But so was tonight.  Pam was coming to babysit.  There would be popcorn.

When I started this post, I thought I would just paint a picture of my mom’s dress.  My…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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