This Emerald Green Dress

Having soaked up all her memories whilst dancing with the man she loved So many nights remembered as their souls soared up above I complemented her red hair rich emerald green my hue designer elegance was I so many compliments I drew Throughout the years much joy and laughter but now I was feeling discarded just hanging around in her wardrobe in deepest darkest blackness The only sounds I ever heard were fluttering wings of moths Arriving hungry every night chomping and chewing her clothes they did ruin but from me ~ they did not take a bite My fate not looking good from conversations overheard My swan song was for me to be inside her coffin ~ just her and me On entering the furnace we would soar up to the sky to the arms of her beloved dancing to the end of love Well this had been her plan Until sweet girl Arabella her precious granddaughter now coming of age One day asked my girl could she please try me on Now looking more positive for my final swan song... So surprised to be taken back into the light She gently unpacked me to my utter delight Arabella – her grandchild was trying me on in this emerald green dress she shimmered she shone and me ~ this Emerald Green Dress ~ Well ~ I was out to impress… Written 13th July 2019 after gifting my precious Emerald Green Dress to my granddaughter Arabella now 18 years of age ~ and so the memories will go on… Contest 'Brian's Choice X Sponsor Brian Strand HONORABLE MENTION