Dear Me,
I use to dress you up,
fuss and fidget over clothes,
spend hours getting ready,
from your head down to your toes,
high-heels and silk stockings,
the best perfume and make-up,
you were always on the go.
Now your dress is much more casual,
company shirt and pair of jeans,
hair gets quickly spun into a bun,
there’s just not enough time it seems,
no perfume and no make up,
just out the door you go,
Oh how I wish it wasn’t so.
I promise to dress you up again,
when fall arrives and the weather cools,
we’ll fuss and fidget like back then,
use all the old-school tools,
curls, makeup, and perfume,
silk stockings and high heels,
from your head down to your toes,
I will take the time,
you will look sublime,
even if we have nowhere to go.
Love,
Me
E.A.Fussell
08072016
E. A. Fussell 