Ma’s Nightgown

By Elizabeth Janczyk

Long nightdress, loosely hung.

Soft red flannel, slept in and worn out.

Floating over tired bare feet,

puttering across the cool kitchen tiles.

Patio lounger with reheated black coffee,

and Sunday’s paper, scattered.

Morning sun warms plaid fabric sleeves

against aging, freckled skin.

The same faded sleeves I clung to

After a bad dream

rocking me back to sleep.

A tan hand shades squinting eyes…

The same beautiful hand I admired,

While tracing a gold band on her delicate fingers,

or held crossing the street.

Your looking up now, spotting birds to log

scattered clouds and the seasons changing.

Learn more about Elizabeth in her bio on the Featured Authors page.

Published by HLWW Featured Author

Featured Author of the Heartland Society of Women Writers

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