Dress Shopping

by Margo Levin

I took my seat aside the three-way mirror

And watched in awe as my child bride stepped onto the pedestal.

 

All heads turned: her long, lean stature carried the style well.

It was elegant, playful, seductive…

 

She stood there wrapped in shimmery satin, noticing how the detailed pearls met the fabric folds in just the right places.

 

It was the floor-length veil that did it though.

When placed upon her crown, it draped majestically down her back, meandering onto the

carpet in a never-ending whimsy.

 

It flowed and flowed…as if forever…

 

Along with my bittersweet tears.