I remember the Goodwill pajamas you gave me
I remember the blush that came to my cheeks
when a classmate saw me look through the clothes racks
I remember the trash bag of clothes you would force on us and we would yell at you
I remember the soft used cloth
bright 80’s colors, faded and recently washed
humidity seeping into the trailer as you smiled
I remember disgust
I remember wearing those pajamas yesterday & feeling safe
Why didn’t I appreciate you more Mamá?
Photo: goodwill by kernsandcairns [Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs]
Christy Leos 