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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