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BLUE SATIN DRESSES
Mom had long wanted a blue satin dress,
Not at all practical she had to confess.
Saved pennies, nickels and dimes until
Three jars the change she had did fill.
For material, buttons and good thread,
She had worked it all out in her head,
The blue was just right for her bright eyes,
She would give the family a lovely surprise.
She hid it away until just the right time,
Christmas would be good to dress up fine.
Plenty of time to make it, summer just here,
Then a story from her three girls she did hear.
Mom we need nice dresses for a special day,
We have to speak, we’ll put Sunday dresses away,
We’ll go to church in everyday clothes that’s all,
We’ll put pretty bows on them and wear a shawl.
The mom thought of the bolt of that satin blue,
Knew at that very moment what she had to do.
Three identical dresses each a different size,
This year for her no pretty blue dress to prize.
But as her daughters stood there, love in each eye,
She started to cry for joy, yet she knew not why,
Each girl kept her dress for they knew the sacrifice
Of a mother who made an old worn dress suffice.
One day when the girls were older, started to work,
From saving change in a jar they did not shirk,
Then one Christmas morning a dress of perfect blue,
A note, sorry you had to wait so long, this is for you.
Once again the tears streamed as they did years ago
When her girls wore those dresses, all three in a row,
The colour matched her eyes, even better than before,
They sparkled with joy as she danced around the floor.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson August 11, 2002