My senior prom was memorable and unusual, as evidenced by the following poem. You can click on the title to hear me read it.
Yellow Prom Memories
© 2022 by Abbie Johnson Taylor
A long yellow skirt and yellow blouse with three-quarter-inch sleeves
I wore to my senior prom in 1980.
Dad reluctantly agreed to be my date,
as no boy asked me, and I had no courage to ask a boy.
I don’t remember the color of Dad’s suit
or the corsage and boutonniere Mother ordered.
I do recall Dad and me dancing,
me taking off my garter,
placing it on Dad’s arm,
him immediately removing it, embarrassed,
the picture taken of the two of us
that Grandma displayed in her music room for years.
Dad and Grandma are gone.
Who knows what happened to the yellow skirt and blouse,
the flowers, the garter, the photo,
but the memories remain.
What do you remember about your senior prom? Please share in the comment field below.
Thanks to beetleypete for inspiring my Life’s Alphabet series with a similar one of his that he posted on his blog last December. Every day, he wrote about a different aspect of his life, using words starting with consecutive letters of the alphabet. Mine is a weekly series, and this week’s letter is P. Thank you for reading.
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Sixteen-year-old Natalie’s grandmother, suffering from dementia and confined to a wheelchair, lives in a nursing home and rarely recognizes Natalie. But one Halloween night, she tells her a shocking secret that only she and Natalie’s mother know. Natalie is the product of a one-night stand between her mother, who is a college English teacher, and another professor.
After some research, Natalie learns that people with dementia often have vivid memories of past events. Still not wanting to believe what her grandmother has told her, she finds her biological father online. The resemblance between them is undeniable. Not knowing what else to do, she shows his photo and website to her parents.
Natalie realizes she has some growing up to do. Scared and confused, she reaches out to her biological father, and they start corresponding.
Her younger sister, Sarah, senses their parents’ marital difficulties. At Thanksgiving, when she has an opportunity to see Santa Claus, she asks him to bring them together again. Can the jolly old elf grant her request?
3 thoughts on “P Is for Prom #TuesdayTidbit #Life’s Alphabet #Poetry”
I loved reeading this Abbie. It shows you know how to “make your own happy.”
This is most likely far more memorable than if you had attended the prom with a boy that would never be a part of your life in future years.
I never attended a prom – I was married when I graduated from high school. I have enjoyed 62 years of marriage so my teen-age choices thrned out to be perfect for me.
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Thank you, Lynda. I’m glad you enjoyed the post.