Dressed In Style
Though some were shocked, inclined to scold,
“The dress you wear is much too bold.”
My Grandma smiled and calmly said,
“Grandpa liked me dressed in red.
This is the day we honor him.
Forgive me if I scorn the prim
and proper way in mourning dress,
though you may not agree, I guess.
I like the way It makes me feel
as my true colors I reveal.
Today I wear this scarlet hue
for Grandpa and self and not for you.
He has no vote now that he’s dead,
but Grandpa liked me dressed in red.”
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