Last week my daughter and I were going through her closet, preparing for school. She mentioned that all she could see were "empty hooks and empty hangers."
And now, with my apologies to the writers of the incredible musical Les Miserables:
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty hooks and empty hangers
Now my clothes are torn and gone.
I have grown so much this summer
I have gotten oh so tall
Seventh grade will start tomorrow
And my clothes don’t fit at all
On the table in the corner
Are the shorts that I have torn
They’ll be donated to Goodwill
I can see them now!
The very shoes that I have prized
Have climbed their very last tree.
And school will start again, at dawn.
Oh my mom, I must go shopping
I have nothing I can wear
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
Oh my closet, it is bare
Phantom dresses at the window.
Phantom shoes upon the floor.
Empty hooks and empty hangers
Clothes my friends will wear no more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
Why my wardrobe is so small
Empty hooks and empty hangers
For my clothes don’t fit...at...all
