Prompt source: For my birthday, my mother surprised me with a small quilt hanging that features the photo this poem describes (see below and my mother’s blog post about making the quilt). At 58, I’m surprised how present I feel in that girl in the photo. Physical changes separate us, but at heart and in spirit we’re one, and I remember.
My Picture, Four Years Old
I have no memory of posing for the photographer, but I recognize that face from the mirror my mother held up to me. I never thought about being pretty, but I knew who I was. My small hands memorized the suede-like softness of those gloves I’m holding. The rustling crinoline under my high skirt made my thighs itch. Coded into that pose are memories of scratchy washcloths and wet combs, the fragrance of April Showers bath powder dusted from a green box sprinkled with buds. The patent-leather shoes slapped the linoleum when I ran, and I never minded taking off those careful, pretty clothes to be my real self again.
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