The Little Blue Dress (A Humourous Saga) Poem by Arti Chopra

rummaging in my cupboard
found a little blue dress
memories came flooding in
as my fingers, it caressed

such a small slim garment,
did I really wear it then
was my body so small and light
like a little wren?

just nineteen and graceful in my youth
like a reed blowing in the breeze
a host of memories swirling about,
time just seemed to freeze.

how lovingly I had worn that dress
dressed up to come to you,
so intense was your love filled glance,
as I tottered in the high heeled shoe.

protectively you held my hand
as in the rain we scampered,
found a cozy little restaurant
enthusiasm not dampened

'what dark circles under your eyes! 'my love
'whats wrong? , are you ill? 'said he
'been studying all night for my exams'...
said I and changed the topic laughingly

went back to the hostel where I lived
and looked in the mirror casually..
what ghastly streaks across my face
and it came to shockingly....

my mascara. that my friends had put,
while getting me ready for my date downtown
wasnt even waterproof
and had made me look a clown

and here I was insisting to my love,
that my studying caused those marks,
thank God it was a dim little room
and not a brightly lit park.

and narrated the tale laughingly
to my friends and roommates dear,
had a good laugh till tears ran down,
over sweet bonhomie and good cheer

thank God for love and smitten lovers
thank God that love is blind,
My mortification knew no bounds,
I suppose God had been kind

those were the days of sweet courtship
and one was always out to impress
so many memories came flooding back
when I spied that little blue dress...

such moments are to be cherished
kept safely in our hearts and preserved
those lovely days may never come back
more love and happiness than we deserved

that blue dress is special for me
and how my mascara did fail,
how much you loved me
dark circles and all....
my children do love this tale.......