My Mother's Clothes

A free write prompt turned into a poem.

Function over form, that is my mother’s style.

Conservative fashionista with simplicity guiding the way.

Any hint of worry or fret about what to wear,

Disappears with a swift and simple decision to trust the basics.

Each label and tag is a replica of another.

“No dry cleaning needed, wash and dry”

Simplicity explains the clothes hung out on the line.

Avoiding too much.  Too fancy, too loose, too tight, too short.

The go-to favorites become classics in their own right.

Walking shoes that have traversed every sidewalk in the neighborhood,

Along with the streets in foreign lands.

A simple haircut, simply done, leaving time for other simple joy’s in life.