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My Grandmother's New Dress

#Transforming Artist:Unknown

“I saw Grandma

wearing a new dress,

looking through her mirror.

She moved

in soft, quiet veils-

colorful shades

spreading like wings,

the bones of her bodice

covered, in darkened lace.

“You will be the Belle

of the ball”, I said.

She smiled with love,

her heavy lids closing

as she stepped past-

the mirror.

She began to sway

shifting her feet back

and forth- until she

was gliding elegantly.

She danced into the ethers

that day-

the stars were shining

all around her

with vital radiance.

I can still feel the rhythm

of her footprints

in my heart.”

In Loving Memory of Donna Huntington 12/22/22


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