Dressed in Blue

She is dressed 
In pretty things-
Lily brooch on her breast,
Flashy sapphire rings
And a matching gown,
Small costume crown.
She searches for her rest
In stockings, blue and lace;
Her hands over her chest,
A smile has crept over her face
In the eyes of the family-
She looks happy
In her wooden bed
Adorned with indigo flowers. 
Many a tear is shed 
As they stare at her in her hour;
A frown has crept over her smile
In the eyes of the man walking up the aisle. 
Her husband notices
How she is dressed
And more than anything he wishes
It had been him to find rest-
For the town's sweetest blue girl
Left a black and white world.
She is dressed 
In her funeral clothes;
Many stay in their seat lest
Hysterically they reveal their woes
In front of the woman in blue-
What is a town to do
When it has lost
Their sweet blue girl?
Whatever the cost,
She had been the color in their world-
And she is dressed
In her best.

Reviews

[Chris]

I felt the tones from line 3 and down. My own memories of such events triggered ...and the echoes played behind my eyes, You touched well with this one.

[Felecia]

I liked how this poem became a funeral setting, I would have never guessed it was heading that way! This poems is beautiful and amazing. Wonderfully written by a wonderful writing. Amazing as always

[Sarah Marie]

Thank you!

[Bluefire]

Very nice, I like how it became a funeral setting, describing the woman in blue. Nice write :3

[Sarah Marie]

Thanks, glad you like it!

[Bluefire]

No problem ^^