The Peachy Dress
In an old tattered arttic far from here there hangs a peach dress
Treasured so Dear It was worn by sweet Lady Mam;
To a dance long ago, a pretty Lady, very shy, but Her Eyes
Were a glow Her hair was done Her peach dress was trimmed,
And the Poet's across the room looked up and grinned he asked Her to
Dance and they danced all Night, then said farewell by the first Morning light
Grandma read Her story Here and never finished but a tear rolls down
Her wrinkled cheek as She clut peach dress their peaceful World
Was shattered whence guess He joined thee writing group and then said
Amen She never saw Him again Her love had died,but whenever She
Looks at the peach dress,She feel dancing by His side.
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