I have graceful lines, tiny seed pearls,
satin ribbons at my waist.
Every one of my stitches lovingly sewed
by someone so dear.
I have a swirling skirt to sweep the floor,
no need for a broom here.
In this cavernous hall I will make my debut.
I'm brilliant white...
Not off or antique.
My sleeves touch delicate wrists,
my lace in a pattern most unique...Her design.
I was created for joy, happy to be worn by one
whose hopes and dreams will be realized on one special afternoon.
Soon...
I I'll be stored away, wrapped up
in a box but I won't despair.
My beauty won't be forgotten,
I will appear at least once a year.
On that special date they'll reminisce,
photos of me will be taken out and admired.
As each anniversary is remembered.
I'll be there too, in the dreams of a woman...
no longer that young girl.
Who gave her heart so free.
In a box in the closet,
in photographs and memories.
That's where silently waiting...
I will be.
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