Hats . . .
so many in a lifetime
exchanged with curves in road.
Strapped on through squalls,
gently worn on balmy days
stored on shelf when out of style.
Mother-hat,
adjustable as needed
blessed to wear.
Daugher-sister hats
occasions departed,
retired too soon.
Yourlove-hat
once perky, so with-the-times
never veiled.
Labelled vintage now
slightly creased with age,
worn with gentle smile.
Yourlove always,
shining in my mirror.
lillian the home poet 
Ah, yes, hats! I remember when I first became a teacher – fresh out of teacher’s college – and how quickly I discovered that the teacher’s hat was the least of the ones I would wear, needing to be social worker and babysitter first.
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Aha. So figurative hats! And the many hats we wear throughout this life!
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