White Dresses
The smell of beer and flowers float through the air,
In decades to come her white dress will be a light yellow from cigarettes smoke.
For now she is smiling and dancing like a child once again, as she twirls in her dress.
The ringlets in her hair remind her mother of the curls she had once had when she was just a baby. Her laughter reminds her father of the child he raised.
She has her fathers eyes, full of wonder. He was her age when he married her mother.
She has her grandmothers smile, sickening sweet. The southern twang they share is something only they can understand.
Her eyes are gleaming in a way that could out shine the heavens.
A dress she will only wear once, the bottom now light green from her backyard celebration and a makeup stain on the inside.
She stands in the yard, her flower girl on her hip, taking in the beauty of today.
An organized chaos, that she planned for years.
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Foggy Morning Meadow Mix by Christa Binder
Via Flickr:
Asters, Goldenrod, Thistle, etc.
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Photo of the cloud over East Palestine, Ohio. Taken by an airline passenger.
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