The Red Sundress
THE RED SUNDRESS
By
Jack Horne
She tried on her old red sundress
and was young again.
Her figure was slim, her hair was fair
and men would buy her flowers.
She danced to the looking glass.
Her reflection was a real let down.
She had wrinkles and dimples
and rolls of lose flesh:
a caricature of the curvaceous creature
she had once been.
The woman she had been,
when the sundress was new,
long gone: a stronger woman
in her place. She smiled at the mirror,
the inner woman smiling back.
For Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest 'The Sundress'
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