Minutes of despair.
Can’t decide what I should wear.
To the closet, forth and back.
My green dress? Or maybe slacks?
My green dress is the wrong size.
Black slacks again?
I roll my eyes.
My head down, I almost cry.
When, at last, a shirt, I spy.
It’s ironed and it’s clean!
It’s exactly what I need!
I’ll go to work after all.
But after work, it’s to the mall!

Mechelle Ritchie Foster