The Dress
A box sat in the corner.
A box long forgotten by all.
The box contained the dress
That was worn by so many generations.
The satin was still a perfect white,
The lace still intact.
The veil placed lovingly on the side,
Patiently awaiting the next bride.
She removed the dress,
Careful not to harm a thread.
She held the dress against her and looked in the mirror.
She saw her mother in the doorway,
Her eyes misted over with the memory of the day
She promised her life to her one and only.
With one single look,
Many words are left unspoken but acknowledged.
It is now her turn to exchange vows
And become one with her love.
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