"Little Gold Dress"

Written By: Blk Sapphire

A week before Christmas

The joy and warmth thick in the air

A girl caught a delicious eyesore

Through the veil of a clothing store

It was almost glowing in front of her

Oh, how beautiful it was

A little gold dress made of silk

So perfect for her

She thought it was made

Only to fit herself

Tugging the sleeve of her mother

They went in to take a look

A nod of the head, a gracious question

"May I have this in a four petite?"

And the girl was given an answer

They had it in her size

Such savory delightful glee

The girl tried it on

It fit more than perfectly

Her dark eyes a glow

Her face as luminous as the sun

The little gold dress was her joy

She had to have it for herself

Her mother, looked on,

Smile and twinkle behind her eye

A look of honest grace,

A look of honest envy

The girl danced, the skirt twirled and twirled

Everyone or anyone who caught a glimpse

Saw that it did so belong to her

That little gold dress

Had to be hers

As it was unfortunate for her

The little gold dress had its price

Distraught at her mother's answer

She still kept hope in wary sight

Days had passed

And soon a week

Christmas had at last arrived

But there was not a box with her name

Not a box that held her wish

The little gold dress sadly was not underneath the tree

Nor was it waiting anywhere else

She never forgot the little gold dress

She kept it in her heart

It was much too darling for her to let it go

Much too darling to let it be anyone else's

She told everyone she could

About the luminous feeling she had when it was upon her

But no one could afford it

It was for her to wait until a later afternoon

A Sunday, after church

The girl had not gone

But her mother had and did return with bags galore

She had gotten only slightly excited

Hoping the dress was in one of them

And then her mother did ask

"Remember the gold one?"

As she nodded her head

"I bought it...for myself"

And the girl had grown silent

The little gold dress

In which she had dreamed for weeks and weeks

Was not hers to have

But the woman who had born her

The woman who had complimented her

The woman who had gazed upon her precious child with admiration

Carefully: Did she think only of herself?

And how to disdain her?

Tears in her eyes,

The girl could not believe

Her own mother could do such a thing

A selfish act like this

"Little Gold Dress

Little Gold Dress

You were not mine at all, were you?"

A trick best played by the selfish shadow

A simple Christmas wish never fulfilled.