Thursday, May 23, 2013

the proper attire


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I donated the dress I wore to my father’s funeral
gave it away
placed it in the bottom of a bag
under an old coat and some shirts
the dress was nice
but I have no need to wear it again 

my father died in spring
and it was difficult at a time like that
to figure out what to wear
the lightness of the season counterbalanced
with the needs of a somber occasion
 
but it wasn't a somber dress
in fact, it was almost exuberant
a large scale print of abstract flowers
splashed across a flouncy skirt
it was sleeveless, with an exaggerated collar 

my choice for necklace 
was the only jewelry he ever gave me
hematite beads,
once known as blood stone
the strand doubled around to fill in the empty space
created by the open V-neck 

his death was a surprise, he wasn’t sick,
they say my father died in his sleep,
peacefully, on a warm spring evening
flowers blooming in the dark outside his window
as colorful as my pretty dress
he hated that dress
so I don't need it anymore 
 

7 comments:

The Small Fabric Of My Life said...

Beautifully crafted and with a sting in the tail. Excellent.

Kayleigh said...

Oooh, thanx so much Jane, I love that compliment! Yes, there was a "sting in the tail" -- exactly how I meant it.

Jean (notsupermum) said...

Wow, wasn't expecting that at the end! xx

Kayleigh said...

Jean -- yeah, it may sound strange, but *I* wasn't expecting that at the end either, lol...sometimes stuff surprises me even if I'm the one writing it. Amazing what comes up from the subconscious.



Anusha said...

Love this poem! Thank you so much for posting ... it reminds me of my grandfather. He too passed away in very early Spring.

Kathe W. said...

yes- I have been there. I wore my new dress to my mothers funeral only once and gave it away. My sympathies to you and your family.

Kayleigh said...

Anusha -- Thanks, and I'm sorry about your grandfather. It is a strange time of year for deaths...there's so much life burgeoning around you.

Kathe -- thank you. My father died five years ago, actually, but I wrote the poem recently -- probably because I just donated the dress (altho it wasn't quite so colorful in real life).