The Coat That Was Destroyed

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 ~