Wordsworth @ Woolworth’s

A graceful mother as she walks the aisle  
And I with her, a child of six that knows,  
In Mary Janes, w’ braided hair & bows.  
   
My eyes inhaling stars in single-file  
Of perfume atomizer amber hues  
As patrons are attended by their muse.  
   
A perfect manner’d staff that walks the tile  
By youthful slender femme of college bent.  
Who come to me & spray my wrist w’ scent  
   
That gives a paying guest a sense of style.  
I live & breathe a time when we can play  
‘Department window-shopping Saturday’.  
   
Until then, I go dance the rising mile,  
The heaven’s flight of escalator dates  
As Mom will gaze at patterns on the plates.  
   
We lived beyond our means & still she’d smile  
It seems she wanted china with no frills,  
But I keep wishing plates with daffodils.  
   
She shopped for less at Woolworth’s for a while  
There was no dress code at the five-&-dime,  
My small allowance let me pay on time  
   
For saving pennies still could be a trial.  
This girl w’ braids, and tennis shoes allow’d,  
And never was she lonely as a cloud.  
   
   
   
Copyright©️Jade Pandora 2018.  All Rights Reserved.  
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018  
   
This piece is my contemporary interpretation (via a time in my childhood) of the spirit l felt from Wordsworth’s most famous poem which can be heard here:  
   
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/play/77048