Fashion never really visited my mother,
or her wardrobe,
she despised the idea of following a
t r e n d,
to her that made you a sheep,
a label we were meant to dread,
my mother never bought new clothes,
like other mothers did,
to her that was a complete waste
of money,
so she made her own instead;
she would sit at her old machine,
unit the early morning hours,
obsessed with black material,
decorated with horrible gaudy flowers.