Wednesday and Friday

In kindergarten, years ago,
Each day, upon my blouse,
My mother pinned a handkerchief
Before I left the house.

They weren’t meant to blow my nose,
Just there for decoration,
With printed names of weekdays
Worn in suitable rotation.

Amazingly, the Wednesday and
The Friday still exist,
Two items that, when cleaning house,
My mother must have missed.

So all this time, I’ve kept them,
Tucked away so they would last,
A tangible reminder
That connects me to my past.