Mum's busy hands

Going through the wardrobe

Have to clear it out

So many clothes, mum

Never knew you had so much

I knew you were a hoarder

That's where i get it from

Only now i know my darling 

Clothes do not make the man

Nor do they make the woman

So many hand made dresses

You were so talented mum

All the knitting that you have done

Your hands were always busy

No doubting that my lovely one

Now i have to empty all these cupboards

I have to give them all away

What use are all these possessions

When you have gone away...

I hope they are loved again

Appreciated it's true

For there was so much love

Sewn into all these clothes by you...