Pearl necklaces
draped
around necks
You
in our mother's favourite
black stilleto heels
I
resigned always
to the beige sandals
she no longer wore
Bright red lipstick
smudged
on lips
cheeks
chins
transformed into
carefully lined lips
in sedate
neutral
shades
You
a wife, a mother
I
resigned always
to waiting my turn
And I miss
our childhood
Playing in the garden
the one time
it snowed in Maseru
Lying in the sun
reading Archie comics
drinking cold lemonade
Doris,
Why were we so eager to grow up?
