Woman In a Victorian Dress
Amid a shallow attic lit
I picked it up
From off of dusty table top, looked
With great intensity
Jaw dropped and staring
Unearthing a discovered curiosity
In an eighteen twenty two of past
Captured she was
In this black of white
Faded ancient photograph
On further inspection, my vitals lapsed
To a background uncanny sight as this
Of once abandoned but, never quite forgotten
Woman who's now been unveiled
Almost elegant in a then modern day Victorian dress
Her parasol, but a bigger crown
Than the hat atop mounds of braided tress
Set the air on hopes evidence to her notoriety
Beneath those shades and shadows was my auntie Bess
Greatest of the greats, long ago lost
Was my mother's mother's sister a relative that now seemed less distant
With old wives tales told more and more
Of a woman ahead of her time
Always remembered with a pair of Levi pants she wore
The years had kept her legend
But, now in this here likely present
She again, will take her place
With a pride from out of frame and glass
A woman wild in her ways
Her found smile as treasure upon display
Auntie Bess fills an once empty space
In the heart familiar
And upon the family fireplace
Bound up in a gown on mantle's home
Next to all her kin of past
Hiding in a crowded family portrait
Seen wearing a Victorian dress at last
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