The Wedding Gown

In my closet dark and deep
My wedding gown hangs in timeless sleep.
Faded now to a yellowed cream.
like the naive young bride's romantic dream.

Not guarded by a covered case
But breathing daily the life it's faced.
it wears its marks like battle scars.
like all my old dreams in silent jars.

Just like our marriage
and the kids it has born
well used
well seasoned
well cherished
yet never torn.