Blue Dress

Once upon a time
I found an old blue dress
And put it on, thinking
That I was a rich woman.
Mother wouldn’t let me
Wear it to the table,
But I kept it.


I put it on every weekend
And wished to be beautiful.
One day, I realized
That I always had been,
And I put it away.

The Dress

Val

I kept my closet locked for months, because I couldn’t take the sight of that dress. It hung there taunting me. I ran my fingers over then silk ribbon that laced up the sides. It was as cold as my heart felt, because that night was gone, never to return.


A tear fell from my eye and splashed onto to blue rose that was pinned around the hanger. That was forever marked by the silence of everything it used to mean. I cried for the loss of the joy I had once found in that dress, and the blue rose that matched his eyes.

I remember a time when I looked into those eyes, and all I could see was love. Like a baby blue jay chirping after a summer shower, they lifted me gently to the other side of the rainbow where unicorns run free, and I flew on the wings of a golden eagle into the sunshine.

Now all I have is a picture, and those eyes have become so cruel, like a ghost of the past. They crush me with the force of a thousand waves in a stormy sea. I would give anything to see that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow again.