by Pat Severin
Oh, Lord, as I sit here and think, my thoughts are running wild. They’re drawing me through time and space to when I was a child. How is it that those strips of cloth that she had lying there Were what my mama used to make those ringlets for my hair? How precious were those times with mom when I could feel her touch. Just one of many times, I knew that she loved me so much. I can’t forget that sunny day when mama gave to me A hat that was more beautiful than any hat could be. The hat was felt, fit perfectly, had feathers on the side. “Now wear your hat to church, my dear, but there’s one more surprise. I’ve planned a shopping trip for us to go downtown by bus. We’ll spend the day, go to stores, have lunch, this trip’s for US!” Milwaukee is a bustling place, and downtown seemed exciting. To go by bus was my first time, so it was somewhat frightening. My mom and I both wore a dress and I, of course, my hat. The day was special, that I knew, there was no doubt of that. We caught the bus right near my house, some others riding, too. A lady said, and right out loud, “That hat’s just made for you!” I thanked her, and I looked at mom, we smiled at one another. The ride seemed short, but short or long, this trip was me and mother. Arriving there, the downtown stores made my young heart go reeling! The bus ride had been fun but I could not describe that feeling! The stores had windows with displays, and mannequins all posed, Each wore high heels with purses too, and oh, such pretty clothes! We walked and walked the avenue, one store and then another, Mom looked at dresses, modeled them; how lovely was my mother! She said, “You think that we could walk across that bridge up there? It would be fun, exciting, too, the wind might blow your hair.” “Sure,” I said. “I’d love to go,” but mom said, “ let’s have lunch. I think we’ll go to Holloway House, you’ll like that place a bunch.” That place was great, my lunch was too, the napkins, they were cloth! My mama even asked me if I liked the dress she bought. When we were done, we made our way across the bridge to see A store for mom called Peacock Shoes where narrow shoes would be! We started walking ‘cross the bridge, the wind blew, then a gust, And with it went my treasured hat, my splendid day was... crushed! I quickly looked in hopes I’d find it stuck and near the railing, But, no, not that, instead my hat was in the water sailing. Its feathers standing visible as though to say goodbye, But all that I could muster up were tears I had to cry. My mama hugged me, held me tight and promised that she’d look To find another hat like mine, she tried and what it took... Were hours of calls and inquiries, there was no Internet. I loved the way she tried so hard and that I won’t forget. She never found another hat, just like the one I had, But though I lost my hat that day, I never could stay sad. Oh, Lord, that day was wonderful, thanks for those memories, Because when all is said and done, I’ll always treasure these. Amen.
Pat Severin is retired Christian school teacher who has served her Lord in many ways. These include school, church and teen ministry and her current personal ministry, creating cards that include her original poems of encouragement. These she sends out weekly to those going through difficult medical issues. She contributes regularly to her online blog, Poetically Speaking, which she began in 2008, and has self-published a number of poetry collections.