i wore your scarf today, the old, sparkly, royal purple one.
it's really old, and i almost threw it away once.
i give thanks to the hipster movement who made ragged things more desirable.
i get my style from your youth. i've seen pictures so i know, it's hip, meticulously knit together, conservative, full of solid colors and waisted belts. your heel moderate, a subtle call for their attention.
my style is more loud and playful than yours though.
i went shoe-trying yesterday and i picked the tallest most colorful platform. i put them back, but if i could have i'd buy them.
si es verdad, i became rambunctious in my dress and (even) speech along the way,
as i grow older though, i am more rooted in your wisdoms, and your peacefulness. i find this is a gift i inherited from you.
you are strong-minded, and your views impose and unnerve, but like this old, sparkly, royal purple scarf, you'll never loose you charm.
i carry your youth on my shoulder when i wear it
i know even though you frowned upon my shopaholic impulses as a kid and obsession for shoes, inside you were secretly proud that i was fly, even though you hated that i didn't (and often still don't) wear bras. but again, i know inside you smile, because your spirit and mine are one. our spirits merge, despite our humanity, and in that commonality i salute the timelessness of this, mami's scarf.
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