My favorite shirt was handed down to me
From my mother dearest.
I was ten at the time.
She said it came from the year 1996.
From the moment I got it,
I felt everything my mother felt.
Like the time I was in her belly,
And she was wearing the shirt
To the supermarket,
So she could pick up our food.
I wonder what it was like for her
To try to stretch it over
Her pregnant belly, because
The size was a small
And thinking about her belly
Going into that shirt is a mystery.
I could feel me in that shirt,
And I wonder how is that possible.