A Coat of Love

Bought at a thrift store The color was bright And the price was right By a mother ,a widow What did it matter If it had a patch Or the buttons did not match The lining was thick And tightly attached Laughter flowed free At the sight of her coat She felt disconnected From those who had more And families of three When winter wind blew wide It chilled them to the marrow In their coveted fancy coats But hers , kept her warm She walked by with a new pride That she tried not to hide She knew , her wealth came from her Mothers love and the Warmth of a coat