It hung there in the closet While she was dying, Mother’s red dress, Like a gash in the row Of dark, old clothes She had worn away her life in.
They had called me home And I know when I saw her She wasn’t going to last.
When I saw the dress, I said ”Why, Mother–how beautiful! I’ve never seen it on you.”
”I’ve never worn it,” she slowly said. ”Sit down, Millie– I’d like to undo A lesson or two before I go, if I can.”
I sat by her bed And she sighed a bigger breath Than I thought she could hold.
”Now that I’ll soon be gone, I can see some things. Oh, I taught you good–but I taught you wrong.” ”What do you mean, Mother?”
”Well– I always thought That a good woman never takes her turn, That she’s just for doing for somebody else
Do here, do there, always keep Everybody else’s wants tended and make sure Yours are at the bottom of the heap.
”Maybe someday your’ll get to them. But of course you never do.
My life was like that– doing for your dad, Doing for the boys, for your sisters,for you.”
”You did– everything a mother could.” ”Oh, Millie, Millie, it was no good– For you–for him Don’t you see?
I did you the worst of wrongs. I asked for nothing–for me!
”Your father in the other room, All stirred up and starring at the walls– When the doctor told him, he took
It bad–came to my bed and all but shook The life right out of me You can’t die,
Do you hear? What’ll become of me?” ”What’ll be become of me?”
It’ll be hard, all right,when I go. He can’t even find the frying pan, you know.
”And you children– I was a free ride for everyone, everything. I was the first one up and the last one down Seven days out of the week.
I always took the toast that got burned. And the very smallest piece of pie.
”I look at how some of your brothers Treat their wives now And it makes me sick, ’cause it was me That taught it to them And they learned.
They learned that a woman doesn’t Even exist except to give. Why, every single penny that I could save Went for your clothes, or your books, Even when it wasn’t necessary.
Can’t even remember once when I took Myself downtown to buy something beautiful–For me.
”Except last year when I got that red dress. I found I had twenty dollars That wasn’t especially spoke for.
I was on my way to pay it extra the washer. But somehow– I came home with this big box.
Your father really gave it to me then. ‘Where you going to wear a thing like Thar to– Some opera or something?’
I’ve never, except in the store, Put on the dress. ”Oh Millie– I always thought if you take Nothing for yourself in this world You’d have it all in the next somehow I don’t believe that anymore.
I think the Lord wants us to have something– Here–and now.
”And I’m telling you, Millie, if some miracle Could get me off this bed, you could look For a different mother, ’cause I would one.
Oh, I passed up my turn so long ago I would hardly know to take it.
But Id learn, Millie. I would learn!” It hung there in the closet Where she was dying, Mother’s red dress, Like a gash in the row Of dark, old clothes She had worn away her life in.
Her last words to me were these: ”Do me the honor, Millie, Of not following in my footsteps.
Promise me that.” I promised. She caught her breath Then Mother took her turn In death.