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
Copyright © Ann Bernstine | Year Posted 2016
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