My mother's dress

A golden lame dress created
for my mother's beauty
I still can wear it
she was a lady
of the old kind
I am a woman
of the newer state
a world apart
the fate of that dress
which my mother wore twice
will be unknown -
sailing across the seas
to the country in which
it was designed
and I shall applaud
that someone else
will use it -
it is a beauty
- one hitch -
an itch - shh ..
so the beauty that once
was my mother's
must have been born
with patience ....