My Mothers Dress…

Silky soft the dress you wore

You loved it oh so much

I still hands were small

You’d smile and say “don’t touch”..

And on my hand your band of gold

The one my father gave

You wore it over fifty years

Well past his resting grave..

How can it be that all these things

Still shine and look as new

When all the worth they ever held

Is gone since I lost you…



6 thoughts on “My Mothers Dress…

  1. Oh my goodness. Amazing words .. This definately sent the tears. Made me shudder I think you hit a nerve here. Especially as I thought if my sister. Think this I my cue to not read anymore till tomorrow 😦

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