The Bridesmaid Dress

The Bridesmaid Dress
By Melody Beerbower, December 13, 2011
Dedicated to Jeannette Beerbower

A silvery blue dress is hanging by my bed,
Waiting impatiently,
to be let out of it's plastic bag
And to be worn for all to see.

It's been taken out a few times,
And worn with special care,
In front of the mirror to be admired,
Held off the floor to prevent a tear.

It needs a few adjustments,
A little tuck and hem,
Just to make it perfect,
And all discomforts stem.

It can't wait to be walked down the aisle,
Flowing around the bridesmaid,
On that special day
When loving vows are made.

Though the dress is excited,
It's joy can't override,
That of the eager bridesmaid,
And the glowing bride.