An Old New Dress: A Poem

Hi there! Please enjoy my latest poem. If you do, please consider giving it a like and following my blog, as it makes me smile. If you have any comments or feedback, I would love to read them! Other than that, enjoy.


My mother gave me a red dress,

still with the tags, with golden flowers

and deep pockets. It didn’t fit her,

and I tried it on in front of the mirror.

It didn’t fit me either, though my hands felt

safe and warm, deep in those pockets. It sagged

in the wrong places, not quite right

across the hips. It looked

like a dress my mother would wear,

and it reminded me

of her red apron. I didn’t think

that it would ever fit me.

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