I am not a shopper.
Never rejoicing in scanning racks.
Full of colorful jackets, skirts, dresses.
Seeking the perfect size, price point.
Especially now when service in most stores, diminished.
Unlike my childhood days at the Blum Store.
When attendants hovered about to help.
But, my daughter, like her grandmother, loves the sport.
Knowing well her style, her colors, what suits her.
Going at it like a hunt.
Checking tags, touching materials.
Gathering her prey to try on.
In tiny mirrored dressing rooms.
I like watching her movements.
Lithe, limber, full of energy.
Animating her, making eyes wider, smile broader.
As she zeroes in on her mark.
So, when I’m with her, I, too, delight.
Wake up from languidness.
Catch her zest, resilience,
joy in nailing the prize.
Deftly pull out my credit card
to join her exercise!
Lynn Benjamin
June 17, 2024