A Present From The Past Poem by Terry Donovan

I watched her slowly coming down the stairs.
Such beauty I had rarely seen before,
A smile that said she'd put away her cares,
That she was living in my world once more.
I kissed her on each cheek, I squeezed her hand
How proud I'd be to have her on my arm!
As in that red silk dress she looked so grand
And I, for one, was captured by her charm.
At times like this one has to thank the Lord
Who takes away but gives us back so much.
This woman in the dress that I adored,
That long-forgotten, warming, loving touch.
'I wish that mum was here too see, ' she sighed.
'You're in her dress -she will be! ' I replied.