A Special Occasion
While observing the gathering guest
and remembering eleven years past, when
She made her first debut on the world stage.
Wearing a soft juicy peach birth-day dress;
silk light brown threads capped her tiny head;
those little pink feet bicycling
as if readying to lead.
On this eve looking out on the mist
hovering the Hudson River, even daylight
couldn't clear the huddled clouds nor
the thick mist holding onto its place.
Everyone slowly crowded the hall
to await the second coming.
Heads turn toward a refreshed face
strolling down the aisle adorning
a pale blue gown
about her ankle.
A radiant beauty and
grace unparalling all...
grandma watches her
beautiful Junior Debutante
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