Just Clothes

Maybe if I wrap myself tightly and dress up in my mother's  old clothes it will keep her with me

Maybe the past will hold on a little longer, and not elude me

Maybe I will embody some of her good characteristics, or maybe I will just look like a child playing dress up

Maybe they are worth more than clothing, who's true worth will present as expensive vintage

Maybe they are just clothes, rags from the past, that have no place in the future, like their past owner

Maybe they are just clothes, or maybe they are like a family crest, keeping the past alive as they hug me

I wear them optimistically, hoping it's not just selfish vanity that entitles me to them, but instead personal pride and appreciation

Maybe they aren't just clothes at all

Maybe reminders of me and family

Not hand-me-downs

Instead, modern responsible upcycling

Maybe

Maybe it's the only way I can bring you close when you are no longer able to be near Maybe it's just clothes