she liked her old housedress
she is wearing a bedraggled housedress
blue with enormously large red and yellow mums
it is faded now, but really soft, threadbare in spots
we surprise her with a new one for her eightieth birthday
she overly thanks us with this pink delight
but we never see her wear it; she wears the old one
when her estate is up for sale there are sixteen boxes
with brand new housedresses in them
none worn
people gave her new ones every year for Christmas
and for her birthday but she liked the old one.
They buried her in it.
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