Little Black Dress

Little Black Dress

A Poem by Tanya B Wear

I have been through Sorrows,

I have been through Pain,

But the Saddest thing I ever saw

Was the girl in the Little Black Dress.

 

Her curly brown hair

Framed her pale white face.

Her hand held a rose,

Next to her Little Black Dress.

 

Her eyes were red from crying,

They left trails down her face.

She could have been a doll,

she was so perfect,

Except for that Little Black Dress.

 

It was torn and stained,

Far from the dawn of age.

It hung down in rags,

Just a Little Black Dress.

 

This poor little girl,

Stood at her Daddy's grave,

Where Is Mommy?

Wearing a White Dress.

 

Mommy is gettin married.

Her daughter just didn't understand

The concept of "Moving On"

That's why she wore a Little Black Dress

 

She didn't understand,

Why Mommy was so happy.

Daddy died.

And He forgot her Little Black Dress.

 

He promised a new one,

And went away.

Now he's back

In a Little Black Box.

 

Mommy said there was a

New, Better Daddy, she said,

One who would buy a

New Pink Dress.

 

But see that Little Black Dress

Held in it,

The last place Daddy touched,

Right on her heart.

 

© 2011 Tanya B Wear


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Great concept; I like how you capitalized words to create emphasis. The one line that doesn't make sense to me is "far from the dawn of age". So it's...old? And the dawn represents the time when it was new?
And you're missing some punctuation/spacing; the last verse could use a comma or space after "But see".
Overall, great write!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


i wanted to cry when i read this.Its good :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Aw, Tanya this is so sad and sweet and beautiful. I loved it!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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