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Monologue Mania Day #602 Trying On by Janet S. Tiger Oct. 6, 2015
a monologue by Janet S. Tiger© all rights reserved
(Woman in 50s enters, she is wearing several coats all at once. She is carrying others over her arms which she puts on a chair)
Don't worry dear, I'll be ready, just trying on these coats to see which one I will wear today.....this one that I have on....do you remember it? The top one.....yes, it's bigger so it fits over the rest. I used it when I was pregnant with the children.....first with Heather, you remember her, she's the oldest, And then Jocylen, she was next........and of course.....Toby...by that time, there was quite a bit of spit up and assorted stains, but I could never bear to part with this coat.....
Remember what your mother said when she saw this closet full of my coats? I had told her the story about my first favorite coat....the one my father got me when he saw my mother had me wearing my brother's hand-me-down. (Imitating father) 'That's not the type of garment you send your daughter out in, Florence, especially with our station in life.'
Our station in life.....I thought it was a train station.......but I loved that coat......I can still see it.....and when I told your mother that story, she said, 'I'll bet it's in there, too.'
In some ways I think she was right.......
(Removes the coat, revealing another coat)
Remember this one? I wore it the night we met, and you commented how you liked
the color, how it brought out my eyes......how romantic you were.....
(She takes the coat off, adds it to the pile)
And this one was what I wore to graduations......lightweight, easy to clean......a nice material that resisted the dust of those outdoor benches......whenever I see these I think of the emotions that I had those days......happy, excited......surprised......I wonder...do we put on emotions like the clothing we wear?
(She throws this coat on the others, and reaches for a coat. It is black)
And this is the one I wore to my Aunt Lucinda's funeral. And to my parents' funeral after they were killed in that car crash.....funny, how they were divorced all those years, yet they were in the same car, going to the wedding of a friend's child........sadness for Aunt Lucinda.....but she had a good long life......tears for my parents because, no matter how old you are, they are your parents and you miss them.......and once you become an orphan.....you have to be all grown up.....
(She puts on the coat)
Shall I cry today? Or hold it in until they lower the coffin? Should I have my lip tremble, should I collapse? What do you think, dear? Should I pick one emotion - or all of them?
(She holds the coat close, turns to leave, stops, looks back)
What is the right emotion ......for the death of a child?
(She exits slowly. There is no end for this emotion.....I dedicate this to some dear friends and to all those who have lost a child.)
--------------------------------Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
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