PAJAMAS
I'm
not finding a lot of pajama memories in the vault. Maybe because I
have always worn nightgowns, and I already wrote about that! I don't
recall any of my siblings wearing pajamas either – my father and
the boys pretty much just wore their underwear... and my mother and
sister wore nightgowns, like me :) I do have some vague notion about
us all wearing matching pajamas for Christmas morning – but I might
be confusing that memory with my sister's family (who, does, in fact,
dress in matching pajamas for Christmas morning photos).
As
an adult I wear pajamas quite a lot – but not to sleep in. It's one
of the perks of being a writer and spending a lot of time at home. So
I've decided to write a pajama poem!
P.J.
Days
I
spend most days
in
my p.j.s
not
sleeping, no –
tapping
away,
my mind ablaze
lost
in a story-haze
as I search for words
to
delight and amaze –
so cozy in my p.j.s
on
these always-writing
days.
- Irene Latham
The pajama pants out now invite us to wear them, don't they? It's a fun peek into your writing time, Irene.
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