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.