remember to those whom think
Fur from the skin of a animal is a sin
to a degree this is true
in a previous poem .I also have written "tigers living free "
So I let you know I to am guilty ..
go back in time , I ask you.
Think about women before the day
The day women wore Fur and it was ok .
my mother died early
to early for me , I was only the young age of 20.
Through the years I remembered her scent
she left me with memories, in my heart was kept
I wish not to offend
so I will try and tread light
When my Mother died
The next day , her personals were taken
with many it was almost a fight .
I was left with a plate
until one day received a call
From the man she was to marry
before she passed that Fall
He told me how sad it was for him to see
his beautiful Brides room was torn up side down
looking for items of value to be found
He said there was one thing the Vultures forgot
Her mink coat she loved so much and she wanted me to have
He flew from Julian to Monterey , all in one day
last year I came into my room to pull the coat out
Mom's coat would comfort and warm my children at night
someone entered my room to destroy this coat we loved , out of judgment, it was cut . probably a small fortune it will cost , all because of some ones hate , I lost.
I ask we be kind in thinking next time a fur coat
maybe it is the only thing left one has to remember
maybe it is there to warm the broken soul that longs for
Motherly Love ~