The Gown

On the pedistool she stood all wrapped up in lace Taken a back from the site that caused her heart to race Her breath caught with a tiny gasp For the reflection she could not quite grasp A cascading waterfall of beaded milky satin Was all she had ever truly imagined Curls of golden waves peaked out from under a delicate veil The picture of a bride now fully unveiled "This is my dress" she thought through a stream of tears The moment she had dreamed of all these years Here eyes gleamed with the new possibilities of life She was now ready to become his devoted loving wife