(my Mother) New Clothes Comments

'For fifty years that morning has been hung in my mind’s wardrobe' If I was reading with a pen in my hand I would underline especially these lines, they are so charged, so well penned, the essence of the whole poem expressed in two lines. The mind's wardrobe keeping a memory for 50 years is a great metaphor and the adjective 'uncomplicated' as a determiner of the 'trust' is just stunning! 'The green dress long ago has turned to dust. It was the last time that I felt uncomplicated trust.' Congratulations for this reminiscent mastrepiece!

this poem is really lovely. penned like a true poet