Knowing Mamie

Mamie has a rather shabby coat, it is a mainstay We all know it; green with tassels, a bit scraggly It was her mother’s coat, she will never get rid of it It still smells like her, she tells us. Is she creepy? A newcomer asks me. She has not met Mamie yet. You need to meet her and make up your own mind. She does, and she falls in love with her. Like the rest of us have. She might be wrinkly and old, She might not have the best clothes But she has the best heart.