Scraps

Momma made Dorothy a dress from the scraps off the factory floor, And a quit from worn out garments that were worn before. And the old buttons that survived became the christmas sock dolls eyes. She raised a family just on scraps, that kept us warm and had our backs. So please forgive me when I smile at pants with patches and re-darned gloves. To you they look like garbage. But to me they look like love.