FAWM Day 2: My Red Dress (#poem)

The writing prompt for this week is to write a song about clothing. So, as I usually do, I thought I’d start with a poem.

MY RED DRESS

Candle Apple red shoes I craved when eight
Black and white saddle shoes for ankle strength
Cathy and I sold yearbook ads both wearing a red dress
Why guy yelled “Where’s the festival?” we could only guess

Pink was the color for baby doll PJs and canopy beds
Red was my color and why I wrote “Real Women Wear Red”
Sandy and Cyn and Millie were women of three
Wearing red on a cruise ship in the islands of the Caribbean

Bikinis and pedis and cocktails for sure
Flip flops and shorts and stilettos with formal wear
Vlogging and social media may be ruling the world
But a woman in pink is still just a girl

Time to Retreat to my Writing Cave

We’ve returned from my super fun birthday trip to Mexico. The sad thing was that after we landed at LAX and picked up our rental car, we got a call from the pet sitter that our beloved 18-year-old Skipper was gone.

He was more son than pet. He’d been having good days and bad days but he kept rebounding, so I was hopeful he’d still be around when we returned. So with a heavy heart, we soldiered on with the trip, knowing that Skipper would want us to have a great time.

Friends and family told us that Skipper chose his way to go and, while no way would be easy, this would be best for all of us. That sounds like Skipper because he definitely did things his way. He was King of our house for 18 years!

My cats have taught me many things and Skipper has given me somewhat of a sense of what it must feel like to have a son or daughter go off to college, although I realize it’s not the same, but it does give me a peek into that emotion. I like to think he ran off to Nashville to pursue a music career or enroll in Culinary School. lol!

Anyway, because of this sadness, I’ve really pulled back from my music. I need a break. It’s too much of an Exfrovert pursuit right now for this Introvert, and I need to retreat, be quiet, and take time to grieve.

I am inspired to write, though. It’s quieter, more introspective, and after watching “The Durrells,” I’m inspired by writer Larry. I miss that kind of writing life.

So no 50/90 for me this year. Instead, I’m working on the third book of the “Real Women” trilogy, the one about Sandy cruising the Mexican Riviera, searching for her self-esteem and purpose in life.

In the meantime, why not check out the first two books in the trilogy: Real Women Wear Red and Real Women Go Hawaiian. For a limited time, you can get a special edition of Real Women Wear Red that includes book 2, Real Women Go Hawaiian.