We cleaned out our wardrobes today
All the old stuff must go,
With all good intentions,
If it’s no use it can’t stay!
If I wore this old dress, it’d burst!
It’ll never fit again
I wore it to that dance
The one where I met you first!
And this scruffy old coat was from then –
The days before we had met
When . . . . but never mind that.
If I lose some weight it may fit me again.
Those old football boots are cracked and dry.
You’ll never play again
And you weren’t very good
But how I loved to watch you try.
Oh look – here is that T-shirt you wore
When we took that trip away.
That and my sapphires
Are the mementos from Singapore.
And this long velvet dress – Matron of Honour, I was,
At your brother’s wedding.
We, all four, are now such true friends.
I might keep it this time, just because.
Look – lets leave this chore today
The lawn must be mowed
And the ironing done
And most of this stuff here can stay!
JE McL – April 1999