Put your blue silk dress for me,
Until I can see just how it fits,
In this grand old scheme of things -

When you grow old, as will I too,
I will ask you, a little louder of voice -
Put on your blue silk dress for me -

I will love your creases, your slight tears,
And all your colors then faded,
They won't seem any less bright to me -

I will cherish all of them,
As I cherish all of you, fresh as rain,
At this moment of moments, you in

These simple threads of a worm's silk,
Dawned upon such complex a creature,
Impossible grand thing, you are -

In heels high, spoiling your feets' shape,
Standing tall, if not just taller then me,
Abandoning your blue silk dress for me.

-Jamie F. Nugent