Hershey's Boy

Hershey's Boy

A Poem by Lauren Burch
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A small boy's display of love

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His eyes brought more joy to this town
Than the last stake in the railroad
Old Hershey brought that boy to the store
Promising him one item from the bottom shelf
One from the middle
One from the top
 
Hershey’s boy tiptoed into that store
A gleam upon his eye
His miniature hand clasped in his father’s
As he timidly approached the counter
He drifted towards the fabrics
The patterns, needles, and thread
“C’mon, be a man.”
And Hershey jerked him back to the toy guns
 
The boy huffed and slipped away
Back to the shelves of colors
He picked out a needle
He picked out some thread
He picked out some fabric
Four yards of blue satin
Soft against his fingers
 
He proudly approached the counter
With his father waiting patiently
“I don’t know how you got to be so feminine
Your Momma died five years ago
You have no belle to make a dress for
Boy, you’re my crazy son.”
 
The boy, now oddly confident
Trotted home with his package
To make a blue satin dress
For a lady he never knew
He drew out a pattern on old newspaper
And cut it out with his old knife
He unwrapped his brand new needle and thread
And set them to the side
 
He unfolded his four yards of soft blue satin
Positioned the pattern carefully
Sharpened his knife to an ungodly sharpness
And cut the pattern out of his new fabric
His eyebrows cinched in concentration
His fist clenched with precision
Not a mistake made in cutting
 
Time to start the piecing
He measure out the thread
As long as his own arm span
And threaded his needle
Keeping his eye on the eye
Two cuts of fabric right-sides together
The needle leads the thread through an adventure
Raw fingers red and white with fatigue
 
Hours and Days later
A dress pieced on his Momma’s old dress model
A blue satin dress
For a lady he never knew
He stood proudly in front of the dress
He had made it with his own two hands
He may be a boy
And he may be small
But he had made something beautiful
For a beautiful someone
 
A dainty size two could fit his deceased mother
Old Hershey stood lazily in the doorway
“Son, you’ve no business making couture
They’ll treat you as an old woman
I didn’t raise an old woman for a son.”
Hershey’s boy still said nothing
His eye still had that gleam
 
He slipped the dress off of the model
Examined his handiwork carefully
A tear glided down his cheek
He left his father in the doorway alone
And walked the mile to the graveyard
The blue satin dress draped carefully over his small arms
Careful not to let it drag in the dirt
 
Hershey’s boy found the grave he was searching for
And laid the dress neatly over the angel’s wings
 
“Momma, I made you this blue satin dress
Because Daddy buried you in calico
And I know that now you’re in heaven
Calico isn’t fit for angels
So please, Momma, take this blue dress
And dance among the angels
I have the most beautiful Momma in heaven
I love you, Momma.
Do you love me too?”
 
He laid a handful of daisies at the angel’s feet
And a breeze tousled his hair
Hershey’s boy smiled with satisfaction
His Momma was dancing in heaven
In his blue satin dress.

© 2008 Lauren Burch


Author's Note

Lauren Burch
A boy goes against the grain, despite what his father tell him. No one stops the son who love his mother. Enjoy. :]

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This is absolutely heart-wrenching and beautiful. Extremely well done. You managed to evoke a huge realm of emotion in a subtle manner. I'm curious as to what your inspiration was for this poem.

My only technical question is, when you say "He unfolded his four years of soft blue satin" do you mean "He unfolded his four yards of soft blue satin"?

Other than that, this is an amazing poem, one that you should be very proud of. Great job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Congratulations for winning the Death-of-a-Parent Contest!

Posted 14 Years Ago


very nice enjoyable

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is beautiful. The lengths chldren go to for thier deceased parents... wonderful write. Keep writing!
~Juli Rose

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I like this piece. I find it to touch the heart, in an almost sad way. Nice job ^_^

Posted 15 Years Ago


wow very nice piece kudos to you.. god ive been reading poetry all day i think this is one of the best so far if not the best =D

Posted 15 Years Ago


im in freakin tears reading this right now. This is a great poem. It was so heart felt. I am glad the father doesn't stop him that would have just ruined the whole thing. But this is a great poem good job

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very nice heartwarming piece. I enjoy the theme of following through on a good deed even if it seems crazy to someone else. Kudos.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my what a heartwarming piece of unconditional love with a very important lesson to go with it... when it comes to love we must stand up for what we believe in no matter the cost. Very inspirational work!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Porbably the most beautiful thing I have read in a while.... Absolutely stunning really. Awesome story.

~Frances~

Posted 16 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is absolutely heart-wrenching and beautiful. Extremely well done. You managed to evoke a huge realm of emotion in a subtle manner. I'm curious as to what your inspiration was for this poem.

My only technical question is, when you say "He unfolded his four years of soft blue satin" do you mean "He unfolded his four yards of soft blue satin"?

Other than that, this is an amazing poem, one that you should be very proud of. Great job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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