Big puffy sleeves, a little dated I know
The dress was in the shop on a rail,
Not in the window on a mannequin,
But ‘End of Line’ .. £90 in the sale.
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A meringue down the aisle maybe I was,
But it kept the rain off my ankles.
October the month, 1994 was the year,
Marriage doesn’t have to be a shackle.
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The dress enjoyed its ceremony, then lived in a bag,
First in the attic and then in the barn.
The years they did pass, I forgot about it,
The children were born and joined us on the farm.
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2017 a big tidy up, a skip (no, three!),
Highchairs went in, broken pieces of cot.
The dress I discovered, no mice had got in,
I can use this for patching rugs, can I not?
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I could have given to a charity shop I know,
As the scissors cut through the yards.
But to recycle my way, to re-use and enjoy,
To beat that feeling would be hard!
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Awwww!!!! Such a sweet poem!!!!! Loved it!!!! A beautiful dress….puffed sleeves and all! A beautiful bride!
I’m sure it was a spectacular day!!!! On to a wonderful life for you, “The Man of The Woods” and your children! 💙
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It’s been an interesting journey Patty… and I’m still walking the path.
It takes two to get it right. It takes two to let negative signs slip by which can lead to complete failure. We are all such complex characters; it’s a wonder we still try to do the ‘right’ thing by Christianity and marry one person for life…..
Big subject xx
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