Europe would give me heart failure

I woke up remembering a sweet memory
of my mom taking each of us girls shopping
with her
by ourselves
and getting lunch at the mall
(long before food courts existed)
We ate at the Woolworth that jutted out
into the mall’s foot traffic.
I had turkey and dressing, my first time
to try southern dressing,
and for dessert,
a New York style cheesecake,
my first time for that as well.
I could have been shopping in Paris
and dinning in a chic open air cafe
for all the thrill I felt.
Which may explain why
I prefer domestic travel.

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