Eighteen Roses--Let's Hear It
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Though a delicate fever reeled on,
with zest, I stood up from the bedside
and prepared a racy jiggle of dance steps,
beneath a dappled Capricorn morn rising.
Like a young pixie in dreamy wonderland
guided by notes of a band’s entranced songs;
my hands trailed away around the room,
while male escorts gracefully led the pace.
Eighteen roses and more adorned a hall
enlivening my cheeks reddened by bliss,
while velvet toes regaled in eased motion
unmindful of a high fever which lingered on .
Radiant in a crimson gown sewn by Mom,
O joyous Dad grasped me for a slow waltz
to highlight a crossing unto adulthood
as new moon flashes a debutante's snapshots!
Judy Konos' Contest:Let's Hear It
2/8/2016
~ Memoirs of my debut at age 18,
sophomore college
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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