The ball gown

the girl in the mirror stands high on tip-toe

she arches her back as she’s tying the bow

at the back of the dress, then starts doing a twirl

turning this way and that, the skirts billow and swirl

 

such a beautiful dress, it belonged to her mother

so carefully kept and loved as no other

the girl closes her eyes and imagines the dance

in the arms of a lover, the start of romance

 

moving daintily now as she hums out the tune

she goes twirling and swirling around the bedroom

nobody to watch yet she waltzes with grace

and just for a moment she’s there in her place