I wanted the purple velvet dress
but Mama was thrifty, said
it cost too much.
Only eleven, still I knew it was true.
The rich velvet frock with the snowy white yoke
and creamy pearl buttons
cost too much.
I remember what happened next.
She stopped, plundered in her worn purse
for a scrap of paper, a pencil.
Right there in Rich’s,
she drew a picture of that dress.
Did we buy luscious velvet, crisp white eyelet,
luminous buttons that day?
I do not know.
But I do know someone sewed a dress
just like the deep purple dress
that cost too much.
A dress for me.