The Pink Dress Poem by Shalom Woroma Wichendu

The Pink dress I admired

The Pink dress I loved

But each time our love got tired

The Pink dress I shoved

Yes! Each time our marriage was in a mess

Beneath my luggage I would shove the Pink Dress

I would shove it, gnashing my teeth

And it'll remain there till things again are sweet

Then I would pull the dress and to my lips I would press

Because then I would remember He didn't love me less

The Pink Dress I would always Caress

Because I received it from my favorite person in the Universe