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.
Copyright © Anthony Crisafulli | Year Posted 2015
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