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The Hand Me Downs

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A Childhood Memory

I remember when mama gave it to me.

I was sad and i was angry,

but there was so much I didn't see.


The dress was used and worn,

a small tear here and there,

Mama said I looked so pretty but

I didn't even care.


In all my years of growing up,

its what I hated most,

I wanted new things ,

not other peoples clothes.


The years have passed by quickly

I think of that dress from time to time,

Now that I am older I can read between the lines.


I realize now that tattered dress was a gift from above,

she did the best she could with only a mothers love.

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