My Best Attempt At a Poem, Okay?

Dee's coming.
A cold shiver of nervousness slowly travels up my body.
I remember when we were younger
When she didn't care that we weren't rich
And we would happily splash around in the mud
Not caring if our clothes got dirty, 
Having a great time.
A great time--until some businessmen 
In spotless, black suits
Interrupted us when they saw Dee's potential.

Longing filled my heart when Dee waved good-bye and 
Headed off to college by herself.

And now, she's coming back again.
Cautiously, I step outside and
Wait for good old Dee to come and greet me.

But Dee isn't here.
I see a girl in a magnificent orange dress
Gold earrings
Bracelets
And fancy hair.


She quietly picks up our butter churn and examines it.
Her expression changes.

Instead of moving on, she grabs the churn and takes it
Saying something about new decoration.
But that's Uncle's butter churn.
A tiny sliver of annoyance enters my mind.
I push it away and continue looking at the girl.

She turns to Grandmother Dee's dear quilt and snatches it.
I want to take it back but I can't. 
Mama reaches out to stroke the quilt
But the girl holds it away from my mother too.
It was supposed to be my gift and Mama seems to realize that too.
The girl tells Mama that she took it 
Because I wouldn't appreciate it enough.

I hide my fury by turning away from the girl and my mother
And I start walking back to the house.
"She can have them, Mama"
I mumbled. 

Then she grabs the quilt from the girl and dumps it on me. 
I can see a tear form in the corner of her eye.
I say, 
"That's not Dee."
She says,
"I know."