Mabel's silly hats,
Like all the hats of my mother's,
All I sold at auction,
Were hats of yesteryear.
When the "vintage" buyer took them,
My heart just turned to tears.
Some were greatly adorned with veils,
Others were just plain felt and straw,
But when on my mother,
A beautiful lady was all I saw.
Some for church and some for shopping,
They were all of the thirties and early forties,
She surely was proud and kept things hopping.
She passed at the age of 96,
To me there was no other,
My lady with the hats so grand,
And yes, she was my mother.
Marilyn J (Ibem28@aol.com)
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