The Feathered Hat
In a world of disposables and a throw-away mentality,
It is comforting to know, some things don’t warrant a finality,
I am so thankful that some treasures are preserved,
So, we can enjoy them later, as they are well-deserved,
Of our fondness, as we stroll down memory lane,
I am speaking about vintage things that still remain,
Like the hats my mother wore in the mid-century years,
During spring-cleaning, it is amazing what appears!
I found these tucked away in the original tattered, Sears hatbox,
In the top of my closet... if only I could turn back the clock,
To see my mother adorn these hats would be a gift,
I inquired of her to tell me the stories and her response was swift,
There was the feathered headpiece with netting, so divine,
The story behind it was a favorite of mine,
Mother conveyed the time she wore it to a TN football game “ages ago”,
If only we had a photo of that day: she with her beau,
She wore a green suite, lizard heels and a matching handbag,
“Made in Italy” was still on the inside tag,
Quite fancy I think for this girl who grew up poor on the farm,
Bet she was proud of her look, as she took him by the arm,
“In those days, we dressed up for the games”, she said,
I was intrigued by how that tradition had fled,
I couldn’t be happier the hats were kept for another generation,
Some things, you know, have no expiration!
Tammy Harvey
Written: 4/28/2021
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