His Mother’s Red Dress

His mother’s red dress
is two sizes too big
for me.
I wear it anyways,
flattered to wear that
which was left behind;
once well beloved
but forgotten,
but I cannot sew.
And I find
I am too fond
to put it off:
my husband’s
red dress.

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