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Author Name: Freedyoung 2 Comments
Date Added: August 04, 2006 15:08:20 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Standing in my mommy's closet, I have chosen a dress.
It is coral, it has a plunge neckline which reaches my bellybutton.
I choose a pair of her shoes, they are silver and they give me a three inch lift.
Now, I bejewel myself in her baubles. 
Today, I am marrying Mr. Teddy. 
Though he is a stuffed bear, I know his love is forever.
I dream of Mr. Right.
Standing in front of my Mom, I have donned a dress.
It is cream and my fiance's eyes will plunge at the sight of it.
I slip into my shoes.  They too are cream and give me a two inch lift.
Again, I slip into her baubles - something borrowed.
Today, I am marrying Mr. Wrong.
Though I do not know that yet.  His love is conditional.
I dream of our life.
Standing in front of a judge, I am coldly addressed.
He wears black and is quick to plunge his seal on my papers.
I turn on my heals and leave, high on relief.
But weighted in sadness - the death of a dream.
Today, I am divorced by Mr. Judge.
Though I am free of bondage, I am bound by guilt.
I am afraid to dream. 
Standing in a church office, I am wearing a dress.
I don't remember what color it was.
I don't remember the shoes either. 
I am wearing a bracelet from the man I love.
I am marrying Chad Young.
I threw my expectations out the window.  Love's second chance.
Forget dreams, we'll make memories.
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Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on August 4, 2006 10:24:24 PM Report
This piece leaves me feeling so happy.  You should see the silly grin.  Nice work, Dori.  The poem and the new life.  I  like the way you repeat "plunge" and "lift".  That's pretty much the way it goes.  Well done.  ML 
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on August 4, 2006 04:02:43 PM Report
Dori: beautifully done.  I can relate and I am sure so many others can too.



Lady D


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