Dear 1997 pyjama shorts,
I know we’ve been together a long time, but it’s time for you to go now. Your tattered edges and threadbare fabric and stretched elastic have done you proud. Do you remember when we first met? Walmart hadn’t even been in Canada that long when I saw you in the Moose Jaw store on a family vacation.
Your yellow has faded, but the teddy bears were just as cute as the first day I’d seen you. Your matching top a long-forgotten partner, but you – you held on. You even helped me as best you could when I was inching closer and closer to my due date. We’ve been through a lot you and me; marriages and divorces, births and deaths, smiles and tears.
Although I have found your replacement in a mint green capri with a cat pattern from Giant Tiger, please know that I won’t forget you. All good used clothing goes to charity, but the really special ones go to the Regina landfill. Go rest high on that mountain.
