Oh I remember that blue crotched dress
I can feel it against my skin today
I could never wear it without a vest
Triangular holes for small finger play
that is the way it's magic was woven
Sky blue wool pyramids of Nana Love
It made me feel that I had been chosen
Crotchet couture that fitted like a glove
Then one day my Mother came to see me
This caused Nana visible sadness
As I didn't belong to her you see
A grey cloud replaced her normal gladness
I wish I could tell her what I now know
Sometimes it's okay to let someone go
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