CrimsonInferno
31-12-2007, 05:47 AM
"Little Gold Dress"
Written By: Blk Sapphire
A week before Christmas
The joy and warmth thick in the air
A girl caught a delicious eyesore
Through the veil of a clothing store
It was almost glowing in front of her
Oh, how beautiful it was
A little gold dress made of silk
So perfect for her
She thought it was made
Only to fit herself
Tugging the sleeve of her mother
They went in to take a look
A nod of the head, a gracious question
"May I have this in a four petite?"
And the girl was given an answer
They had it in her size
Such savory delightful glee
The girl tried it on
It fit more than perfectly
Her dark eyes a glow
Her face as luminous as the sun
The little gold dress was her joy
She had to have it for herself
Her mother, looked on,
Smile and twinkle behind her eye
A look of honest grace,
A look of honest envy
The girl danced, the skirt twirled and twirled
Everyone or anyone who caught a glimpse
Saw that it did so belong to her
That little gold dress
Had to be hers
As it was unfortunate for her
The little gold dress had its price
Distraught at her mother's answer
She still kept hope in wary sight
Days had passed
And soon a week
Christmas had at last arrived
But there was not a box with her name
Not a box that held her wish
The little gold dress sadly was not underneath the tree
Nor was it waiting anywhere else
She never forgot the little gold dress
She kept it in her heart
It was much too darling for her to let it go
Much too darling to let it be anyone else's
She told everyone she could
About the luminous feeling she had when it was upon her
But no one could afford it
It was for her to wait until a later afternoon
A Sunday, after church
The girl had not gone
But her mother had and did return with bags galore
She had gotten only slightly excited
Hoping the dress was in one of them
And then her mother did ask
"Remember the gold one?"
As she nodded her head
"I bought it...for myself"
And the girl had grown silent
The little gold dress
In which she had dreamed for weeks and weeks
Was not hers to have
But the woman who had born her
The woman who had complimented her
The woman who had gazed upon her precious child with admiration
Carefully did she think only of herself
And how to disdain her
Tears in her eyes,
The girl could not believe
Her own mother could do such a thing
A selfish act like this
"Little Gold Dress
Little Gold Dress
You were not mine at all, were you?"
A trick best played by the selfish shadow
A simple Christmas wish never fulfilled.
© Copyright 2007 Blk Sapphire (FictionPress ID:390145). All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Blk Sapphire.
Written By: Blk Sapphire
A week before Christmas
The joy and warmth thick in the air
A girl caught a delicious eyesore
Through the veil of a clothing store
It was almost glowing in front of her
Oh, how beautiful it was
A little gold dress made of silk
So perfect for her
She thought it was made
Only to fit herself
Tugging the sleeve of her mother
They went in to take a look
A nod of the head, a gracious question
"May I have this in a four petite?"
And the girl was given an answer
They had it in her size
Such savory delightful glee
The girl tried it on
It fit more than perfectly
Her dark eyes a glow
Her face as luminous as the sun
The little gold dress was her joy
She had to have it for herself
Her mother, looked on,
Smile and twinkle behind her eye
A look of honest grace,
A look of honest envy
The girl danced, the skirt twirled and twirled
Everyone or anyone who caught a glimpse
Saw that it did so belong to her
That little gold dress
Had to be hers
As it was unfortunate for her
The little gold dress had its price
Distraught at her mother's answer
She still kept hope in wary sight
Days had passed
And soon a week
Christmas had at last arrived
But there was not a box with her name
Not a box that held her wish
The little gold dress sadly was not underneath the tree
Nor was it waiting anywhere else
She never forgot the little gold dress
She kept it in her heart
It was much too darling for her to let it go
Much too darling to let it be anyone else's
She told everyone she could
About the luminous feeling she had when it was upon her
But no one could afford it
It was for her to wait until a later afternoon
A Sunday, after church
The girl had not gone
But her mother had and did return with bags galore
She had gotten only slightly excited
Hoping the dress was in one of them
And then her mother did ask
"Remember the gold one?"
As she nodded her head
"I bought it...for myself"
And the girl had grown silent
The little gold dress
In which she had dreamed for weeks and weeks
Was not hers to have
But the woman who had born her
The woman who had complimented her
The woman who had gazed upon her precious child with admiration
Carefully did she think only of herself
And how to disdain her
Tears in her eyes,
The girl could not believe
Her own mother could do such a thing
A selfish act like this
"Little Gold Dress
Little Gold Dress
You were not mine at all, were you?"
A trick best played by the selfish shadow
A simple Christmas wish never fulfilled.
© Copyright 2007 Blk Sapphire (FictionPress ID:390145). All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Blk Sapphire.