My Fondest Memory
MY FONDEST MEMORY
The two of us, diving into that wooden chest
Looking for that one dress, that one vest
That one large hat of straw
Those high heeled shoes with buckles of gold
In our eyes there was no flaw
Nothing cheap, it was a treasure to hold
I was the damsel in distress
She my saviour of noblesse
She wrote the words I had to say
A true director on Broadway
With everlasting patience
And seriously watching every move
Paid attention to my cadence
In her eyes I saw when she approved
My far too long gown conceals
My stumbling on those high heels
In the dark circumstances of my years
This memory shone bright as day
And saved me in every way
I am still here, smiling through my tears.
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December 7, 2016
1st place in contest: My fondest memory
Sponsor: Frank Herrera.
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