THE POTATO SACK

THE POTATO SACK

She said "There is no money this year
For a new Easter dress;
Your father hasn't found much work
Although he's tried his best."

"So you can wear last year's dress
No-one will know but us;
But you may keep those new shoes
Now, please don't make a fuss."

As I blew my nose & left the room
To ponder what she'd said;
I heard my sister say to me
"I have an idea, Hed."

We went to ask our mother
As we knew she had the knack
To try & sew me a new frock
From a used potato sack.

At first, she thought us silly
As to the barn we went;
Bringing back an empty sack
One that had no scent.

She washed it in the kitchen sink
And hung it out to dry;
And when she was pressing it
I wondered why she cried?

She stitched & sewed into the night
As I tried it on for fit;
She gave me a yellow belt
One that she had knit.

Sack dresses were in style
And mine was so perfect;
It was tan & soft & beautiful
From my knees to my neck.

The next day was Easter Sunday
As we walked home from Church together;
I knew at just the age of eight
I had the world's best mother.