In Her Wake
She came down into the shop
Like a bird who had
Just escaped its cage.
Flying from there to here
Trying on this dress and
That pair of shoes.
Everything was, ‘fabulous’.
She wanted it all.
Her daughter followed along
Saying all the right things.
“Those are beautiful”,
“That dress is perfect”.
After four dresses and
Six pairs of shoes
She chose a lightweight
Summer dress.
She paid with her platinum card
And flew back up the stairs
Looking for blue skies and more sales,
While her daughter carried
The shopping bag and followed
In her mother’s frantic wake.
Roy W. Backes
© 2010
Roy W. Backes - Poetry 