Casket Cloth

When I was ten, I regularly walked to the casket company near my
house. I would stand and wait for a man on the second floor to open a window
and throw me scraps of casket material. The pieces of cloth drifted down
like small parachutes, beautiful soft colors of blue, purple, white, and
pink. I picked up what I didn¹t catch and waved to the man. He would nod
and close the window. Then I would run home and make a new dress for my
doll.

LaVona Sherarts
© June 2000