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
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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