Dress to Impress
by Julie Boden
This picture shows my first real memory,
my aunty’s wedding. See, that’s me, at three,
in bridesmaid’s dress! So proud of my white gloves
I’d wash them in my potty, filled with suds.
Up Holbrook Lane, down Windmill Road I wore
those boots policemen gave out to the poor.
But children were so cruel, each taunt; a dart,
‘She’s wearing Mary’s knickers!’ pierced my heart.
My last job? Ladies Fashion; C&A,
‘So smart’, ‘How elegant,’ they used to say.