The right time

The baggy
orange sweater dress
falls in a sloppy mess
on my aging frame
around my black tights.
It’s the dress I wore
to my mother’s memorial service.
Orange was her favorite color.
What was perfect
two years ago
for one day
is now unseemly.
And my mother is gone.

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