Good Feelings

Today I brought my mother to a clothing shop,
Her sweater was itchy all the way to the top.

I said, “Mom, lets just buy you a cashmere sweater.”
It’s soft on your skin, and you will feel so much better.”

Rough cloth is still painful from the shingles she had,
A blanket, a breeze, even a soft hug hurts her bad.

Walker and all, we took off through the rain.
I held an umbrella as we walked down the lane.

Mom was tired and weak, and didn’t really want to go,
But I said the fresh air is good, and we will take it slow.

We found just the right sweater, so soft to the touch,
It’s a pale orange colour, and gives her face a pretty blush.

The sales ladies were so sweet, catering to mom’s delight,
Modelling sweaters for her, so she could pick which one was right.

One of the lady’s came over and gently touched my arm,
“How wonderful to see a daughter care, with patience and charm.

It’s terrible what cruel treatment we have seen
Stressed daughters, impatient and down right mean!”

I thought how nice of this lady to tell me so,
And how sad for the elderly, who must feel lost and low.

The ladies all said, when they see such a scene,
They’ll tell the ill tempered daughter, not all are so mean.

They will remember the love they saw between my mother and me,
And relate that to their customers firmly, but friendly.

I left the store, with more than a sweater,
I left the store feeling better then ever.

Bought mom a lipstick to match the orange tone,
And we hummed a happy tune the whole way back home.