Spoiler
First, it is 1 in the morning and I am sleepy and watching Persuasion at the same time but I had an urge to write something for mother's day. I don't know if I should give this to my mom since it's still so rough so if you've any suggestions, they'd be appreciated.
I don’t recall, but mother says that once I was small
And my pillow would be the hem of her dress;
I would sit below her chair and lay on her knees
And hide my face in the folds of her skirt.
The silk would soothe me, the cloth would bathe me
And I would sleep on the crook of her arm;
Inhaling the scent of newly washed clothes that embrace me
And keeps me warm.
She still wears that dress that fragrantly warns
Of the rules she has ironed and washed;
I no longer sleep in the crook of her arm nor walk into
Her perfumed embrace. You see, I am taller now
And often I think that I myself can wear her dress;
But still I feel small and again I recall:
Mother always, will wear it best.
