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The cream lace dress falls to the floor. The bright morning light fills the empty spaces. The many layers pool around my feet. The structure, the texture, the workmanship. They all fill me with delight and splendid wonder. I throw my head back and gently close my eyes. I wonder how my mother felt in this dress. Her dress. Many years ago. When she danced with my daddy at the prom. Looking into his big, brown eyes, Lacing her fingers together around his strong neck, His hands placed ever so lightly on her small waist, I wonder if she loved him then. I wonder if she always had. And always would. I never knew my mother. From the pictures, I could tell she was beautiful. I never felt a true connection with her, Although I had longed to. Until I tried on the cream lace dress. Her cream lace dress. I felt like she, instead of the fabric, Was wrapped around me. Embracing me tightly. I never want to lose her, Even though I never truly knew her. But this dress, Her dress, Allowed me to find what was always lost.
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Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 3:19 PM UTC
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The cream lace dress falls to the floor. The bright morning light fills the empty spaces. The many layers pool around my feet. The structure, the texture, the workmanship. They all fill me with delight and splendid wonder. I throw my head back and gently close my eyes. I wonder how my mother felt in this dress. Her dress. Many years ago. When she danced with my daddy at the prom. Looking into his big, brown eyes, Lacing her fingers together around his strong neck, His hands placed ever so lightly on her small waist, I wonder if she loved him then. I wonder if she always had. And always would. I never knew my mother. From the pictures, I could tell she was beautiful. I never felt a true connection with her, Although I had longed to. Until I tried on the cream lace dress. Her cream lace dress. I felt like she, instead of the fabric, Was wrapped around me. Embracing me tightly. I never want to lose her, Even though I never truly knew her. But this dress, Her dress, Allowed me to find what was always lost.
kaylahollatz
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kaylahollatz
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Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 3:19 PM UTC
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