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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


~Jewls






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