The Dress
One last fitting...
Looking into a full-length mirror
Like seeing another person, who is this amazing creature?
Her reflection, a beautiful woman from some enchanted tale
Yesterday she was a girl child, today a full flower of womanhood
Honey colored hair falling across her cheek
Like a photograph, this moment to keep forever
The hem of the dress sweeps the floor
The fabric arranging itself in gleaming folds
The sleeves flattering like little butterflies
And the deep neckline reveals her best features
Pretty plump shoulders of tan and gold
With high heels, it will be just right
She will wear her Mama's pearl drop earrings
Her Grandmother's locket
Of course she will need to do her hair
Maybe sweep it up high, with little tendrils over her ears
She can almost hear the music in her mind
She glows...she smiles...she takes a deep breath...
She turns, and there is her mother
Handing her father a tissue
And before this day
.....she had never seen him cry.
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