The Blue Dress. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

One day you found the blue dress,
which lay in the press.
It brought back memories of the time,
when you bought it for an expensive dime.

You had bought it for a date
with your new paramour.
It was a silky blue, all the glamour.
It had diamonds sown on the neck
and on the back.
You just could not leave it, on the rack.

You had got ready for your date
and felt really good.
When he saw you, he said you put him in a great mood.
You reminded him of the old Hollywood stars.
The time when women were from Venus and the men were from Mars.

You still have the blue dress, but not him.
He turned out to be a philanderer,
some things you cannot win.
You have your memories, some good, some bad.
Now you can wear it, without feeling sad.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .