Wearing Mama's Gown

Scrunchy loud turquoise satin Bustling and rustling Dedra tiptoes onto a balcony wondering if her mother knows Delighting in the oranges Unaware she is the prettiest Entity in the landscape Her mother smiles Looking toward the woods Glimpsing welcoming leaves Showing off in her presence Yet unaware of her beauty Turquoise gown made for her mother Reminding her of the last time she saw her mother. Dedra smiles. Worn today just because Found in her grandmother’s attic The one item her father had not destroyed After her mother died, Saved by grandma Unbeknownst to him.