Mother's dresses
Well, straight
Do not count.
Blue is
And there is green,
There is a blue
With great colors -
Each serves
In his own way to mom.
This leaves
She's at the factory,
In this in the theater
And the guests are coming,
In it sits,
Occupied with drawings ...
Each serves
In his own way to mom.
Thrown carelessly
On the back of the bed
Old, shabby
Mother's dressing-gown.
I submit it
Carefully Mom,
And why -
Guess yourself:
If you put on
Colored halutik,
Hence, the whole evening
Will stay with me .