Not Just a Dress
Mother and I walked by the
window
of a store named Jack and
Jill.
Never in all my six years
had I seen a prettier dress—
white eyelet, ruffles and
lace.
I didn’t ask if I could have
it,
because I knew times were hard.
A few days later, to my
amazement,
my mother gave me that adored
dress.
For some unknown reason she
could
not say she loved me or give
me a hug.
But my white eyelet dress had
love,
in invisible letters, written
all over it.
Caryl Calsyn is a retired
Interior Designer with involvements in many areas including history, writing
and singing groups. She has had a total of 86 poems published by nine different
publications.
Dear Caryl,
ReplyDeleteWhat a touching poem.
Wonderful the different ways love can be shown, if not always verbalized.
Blessings,
Michael
Great Story Caryl in "not just a dress". I bet the gift relaxed
ReplyDeleteyou and took away most of your stress. I like your writing, you
express your self well. Keep on writing casting your magic spell.
Yancy