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White Dress |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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White Dress White on white cotton brushed, silky roses strewn yards and yards of pretty stuff, laid out in kitchen’s room paper transfer of a gown from so very long ago snip, clip, soon we have a gown of Christmas snow Now take deep red velvet trim, chimed with tinkling bells wrap it snug around her waist, blushing cheeks do tell she is young and raptly waiting, for that first real kiss but a little downcast, in mom’s sweet homemade dress Soft black slippers clad slender feet, waiting for a dance see the wonder in her eyes, hope she will have her chance place warm shawl ‘round her close, she will soon come home only hope she meets a dream, one to call her own Hesitant, shy, enters scene of Christmas, pale golden lights waves to friends she sees, her dress stands out, so white she blushes at all the looks, from student to the tutor she knows now, she is sure, the dress just doesn’t suit her Music from a distance, swims towards her in grand jest just thirteen, her dreams still real, this is her first real test she backs up, snugs the wall, this is far too real her heart it is a’hammering, you know just how she feels To her amaze, a chaperone, she looks up, in pride a favored teacher, one with grace, comes up to her side “Care to dance?” and she nods, then they cheerfully begin a dance, no romance, but still, they merrily Join the rest, oh the joy, her dress, the only white! she stands out before the rest, she is clad in bright! her cheeks flush, her skirt it flails, full and in a twirl she is glad, this very night, that she is full-grown girl… Decades past, in memory, today this thought came back how I abhorred her implore, my Mom, she had no tact a homemade dress, so blasé, I figured the night was ruined now I recall, the simpler times, under this January moon. Thank you, Mom Slightly revised. "There's a reason they call God The Creator - he sides with talent." Julia Cameron |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Dear Sunshiny girl this is adorable, loved the imagery and so worth the read, thanks for sharing. ~hugs~  Tracie Love is the life of the soul... |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
How very lovely, dear Karilea! Probably the white dress was like Haute Couture, a splendid piece, but done with true Love and combined with your shyness it was simply unique, as unique that you remember it till today. You made me smile, I used to make dresses for my daughter, but when she became a teenager she didn't want them anymore, it wasn't enough chic in her eyes ... or was in the eyes of the cliché general opinion? Love and hugs. Enjoyed! Margherita  |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
you not only sew words, but insight, beauty, shawls of marvel, and now this, you sew clothing to....your a woman of many elegant caps.... this was spendid |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
all dedicated with love from your mom to you....  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie....this makes me wish that my mom had been a seemstress. I sure remember some of those same feelings!  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I remember this piece.. and I recall how it made me feel the first time I read it. I feel the same now..just as you did then. Hugs, Nancy In the midst of winter, |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
this is soooo beautiful. very well done indeed Karilea... |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Soft and lovely Karilea. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Sweet. Nicely done. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
What memories you brought back with this one, Karilea! All my clothes were homemade (even the hand-em-downs) until I got babysitting jobs at 16. When I was 13, I was embarassed about it, too. Later on I began to be quite proud of the fact I wore something unique! Oh, if I could only sew like my Mom! Your poem really painted a picture -- I could just see it. ....jo |
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Fagin Member
since 2004-05-07
Posts 126Ca |
Oh Sis! This was so vivid! I can just see Mom fitting you and you dancing about on air wonderful! |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
So enjoyed this, remember a few homemade dresses we wore to the dances, too. I think my mother was excited about us growing into 'young ladies' as we were! Being a real tomboy, I bet she was! For sentamental reasons, this must be a keeper! misc |
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