The Green Dress Poem by Rose Kanana

Dad we needed to have this conversation
A conversation about taste and preference
A conversation about choices
You had the best taste for suits
The best taste for clothes
We rocked in your choices- always on point
BUT
Dad you forgot my choice
My dress had to have a pocket
Not sure why but it had to

I remember our choices clashing
You bought me one beautiful green dress
To me, a dress without a pocket was not dress enough
I didn't see the beauty in it because it was pocket-less
I spent my night cutting through and stitching a pocket
It was an ugly patch but it made me happy
You never got to see the patched ugly pocket
For i knew i would scream my mamas name
You held a medal in discipline

How i wish i can wear a dress from dad today
A dress bought with love
A green dress
A dress without a pocket
I would reconcile our choices without a doubt
I would love that dress to eternity
A dress bought by the person whose veins i carry
A dress that i would see no mistake in
Bless you in heaven dad.