"Grandma's Closet"

Written By

Jennifer Gifford

I remember how it felt to disappear

Into the past of grandma’s closet.

My dressing room.

The smell of White Linen

Hanging thick in the air.

Slipping on arm length gloves, faded with age.

Satin bags from the thirties hid the chunky costume

Jewelry I laced over fingers, wrists, and neck.

So beautifully gaudy and ornate.

Getting lost in the waves of heavy taffeta and linens

Because she came from the Great Depression, and never

Threw anything away.

I remember thinking how beautifully tragic that sounded,

And being seven years old, I didn’t know any better.

Strands of pink and white pearls, rows of silk scarves.

Big rimmed hats with lazy gauze covers, true hallmarks of what my wild mind

associated with lady.

Dozens of old hat boxes that kept my dress up clothes, dressing up

In her past.

I played in her memories, grabbing an old tarnished sliver plated hairbrush,

Singing to an unknown audience, and for a brief moment, I was her.

I was Florence Grey.

And the world was my stage.

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