She Wore My Dress

I’d kept the dress through the years Hoping one day it would fit Loved how it had made me feel Others were taken by it It was a lovely summer dress Black with flowers of spring When it adorned my body Lots of stares it would bring I hung it on my closet door Hoping that weight loss fairy… Would wave her magic wand And I’d hate sweets and dairy It went back into my closet But it would call out to me Every time I saw it there I was as sad as can be My daughter came to visit Her body is quite divine With curves in the right places I just can’t believe she’s mine She waltzed into the room She had found and worn “the dress” I stared at her in silence She knew how to impress Without a word I just looked At my sweet 18 year old The dress clung to her body Made of her a woman bold I gazed at her dumbfounded And then I started to cry My beautiful precious girl Surely knew the reason why She said what she always did When I just wanted to die “Mama, you’re still beautiful” In her eyes I saw no lie She was the one I turned to When I needed the real truth The honesty she dished out Was at times quite uncouth I’m padded more now than when… I was at her tender age Maybe I should accept this And finally turn the page Even with this cuddly shape Been told I've got sex appeal But I still want to go back Wish weight was not such a deal Beauty is not your body It’s in a state of the mind To be sexy on the inside Is a rare and precious find Now I see her wear the dress And I smile as people stare I’m proud of my pretty girl... A very proud Mama Bear. Eileen Manassian Ghali