I have a relationship with them
All my life I have had one with them
Sometimes it was hate
Sometimes it was love
But they were always there
Dresses with flowers
I remember this particular one
A black button down
Yes all the way down
It had little red flowers
This was around the time our relationship was one of hate
Of me hating the dresses with flowers
But they were always there
They were there when I learned a new exciting word
Floral
Dresses with flowers were floral
But I don’t like that word
Not anymore
It feels clinical
But I love dresses with flowers
They have always been there
There from the days our mothers wore skirts with shirts tucked in at their waists
Skirts with flowers
Sometimes they were really big flowers
Long skirts that they wore with black shoes
Sturdy black shoes
With dresses with flowers
When our mothers were so young
I can almost imagine what the sun must have felt like
When I see them in the pictures
Our mothers, their younger selves
Sometimes in dresses with flowers
I feel a nostalgia for the years I never lived
Years I wasn’t born
Years my mother hadn’t met me
Years with dresses with flowers
And shiny pointy shoes
Dresses with flowers
I love dresses with flowers
With white sneakers
With low open shoes
Dresses with flowers
But they are not the same
They’re the same but different
They don’t feel me with nostalgia
But a little sadness sometimes
I’m the girl in the picture
It just means my mother is not so young anymore
And it’s another dress with flowers