Folded carefully away in a trunk  in the attic

Between sheets of tissue paper lays an antique wedding gown

That‘s been worn by three generations of women in my family.

Soon to be worn by another

A beautiful gown, created by my great great grandmother

For great grandmother’s wedding day

the embriodered bodice Stitched lovingly

with prayers of hope and happiness for the bride.

Tiny seed pearls stitched by Grandmother Sarah

Were added onto the skirt of the gown

With each prayer she whispered for Grandpa

While she waited for him to return from the war

Mother lowered the neckline considerably

And raised the hemline up

She wore flowers in her hair and was wed barefoot

When it was her turn to wear the dress

Now once again the trunk’s brought down

And once again it’s opened

All the somethings borrowed and blue and old

To be joined with something new


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