An icon of Parisian beauty,
with a name gifted by soldiers.
While I serenaded, sweet, songs at local cabarets,
thus earning money to prosper.
Raised by nuns in Moulins,
they taught me how to sew.
I started a hat business in 1913;
a mad-hatter shop.
Chanel No 5., my greatest success,
the lovely smell of jasmine; kissing my soft cheeks.
According to a fortune teller,
five was my lucky number.
The Little Black Dress
was demanded, honored, praised, recognized.
Thoughts spiraling down the rabbit hole into a world of fashion.
From a humble past; rags to riches.
Closing down my boutique,
Like a locked door in a crowded hallway.
Entering World War II as a volunteer nurse,
I began to die of boredom.