Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 THE TWO GOWNS

My mother has a pretty dress

Of silk that’s rich and fine.

She wears it when there’s company

And when she’s out to dine;

The collar has a velvet bow

Below my mother’s face;

The skirt trails softly on the floor,

The sleeves are trimmed with lace;

It shines and shimmers in the light

All changing, gold and green,

I smile at her, and whisper low,

“My mother is a queen!”

My mother has another dress

Of cloth that’s soft and red.

She wears it when the light is low,

When I am going to bed;

And after I have said my prayers

And when I say good-night,

I’m not afraid of hurting it—

I hug up to it tight,

And say, with arms ’round mother’s neck,

“Oh, have you ever guessed

That though your silken gown is fine

I like this dress the best?”