It’s that time of year again, believe it or not. I was inspired to write the following poem when my sister-in-law posted a picture of my niece and her prom date. You can click on the title to hear me read it.
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You two are a striking couple,
standing in an embrace, smiling,
dressed in your junior prom finery.
Was it just yesterday
when your mother and my brother
posed for a similar photo on their wedding day?
At fourteen,
you were the maid of honor, remember?
Now, you’re growing up fast.
Before we know it,
you’ll be attending your senior prom,
then graduation, college, life
with so much ahead.
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Abbie Johnson Taylor
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Hi, Abbie–Your niece is a lucky, young lady to have an aunt to write such a poem for her on such an occasion. This weekend, I heard that a number of proms in Minnesota were postponed due to the terrible weather; so many plans had to be changed. Since I cannot see photos, I have a not-so-good habit of keeping clothes with a memory attached. I regret to admit that my yellow, size-three, prom dress is still hanging in my closet–only fifty-one years old!
Thanks for the poetic present and memory–Alice
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Hmm, I’m not sure what happened to my prom dress, but I’m glad you still have yours. Thank you for your comment, Alice.
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