My Mother's Blue Dress
My Mother's Blue Dress tucked in a box,
Away from the time on a clock.
She was once young and beautiful,
Her life was to be perfect and joyful.
My Mother's Blue Dress so neatly packed,
It has never been unwrapped.
A wedding that never happened,
Now fifty years later the blue dress should be blackened.
Years come and years go,
All she can do is dream of tomorrow.
12/24/2019
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