I made my baby girl a dress,
When she was one month old.
Though I tried my very best,
How to sew I was never told.
A little sun dress with button straps,
Gingham colors of pink and white.
I made cute little panties to match,
And I took my time to do it right.
With elastic in legs and waist bands,
I followed pattern directions so close.
While I was holding her in my hands,
This is a chore only a mother knows.
The days passed so fast it seemed,
One whole month had passed.
But I could see it in my dreams,
So cute would be this little lass.
By now five months had went by,
I knew another one was on the way.
I made myself just sit and try,
I finished her little dress that day.
I set her in the sink and gave her a bath,
I made the cute little curl in her hair.
So proud of myself I had to laugh,
I slipped it on her right then and there.
My heart was filled with so much pride,
So pretty was she in her gingham dress.
As I looked down at those little thighs,
Her elastic bands had run out of stretch!
A pink gingham dress is still in my mind,
This is a memory that will forever linger.
For my next baby girl it was done in time,
The gingham dress I made with my fingers.
Written by: Thelma Shutters
2-8-3
Dedicated to: Ida and Janell
