Sunday, April 22, 2012

A White Silk Gown

< Alright Alena, I'm trying to post something less depressing, just for you! Tell me when you're satisfied. :) >

Daddy scoops her up ti take her to bed,
Planting a kiss upon her forehead,
But once he's left her in bed for the night,
She pops up and flicks on the light.
As the sun's setting on a little French town,
She's playing princess in a white silk gown.

Her parents are sleeping across the hall,
They don't know Prince Charming's come to call,
He's throwing rocks at their daughter's window;
Time has past, and they want to go.
As the sun's setting on a little French town,
She's dancing with him in a white silk gown.

Not five anymore, and more than fifteen,
They're dressing her up just like a queen,
They're putting a bouquet in her hands,
She's so nervouse they help her stand.
As the sun's setting on a little French town,
She's down the aisle in a white silk gown.

She's rocking a baby in her thin arms,
She can't believe he's so sweet and warm,
And so she sends up a most thankful prayer,
Clad that she could even be there.
As the sun's setting on a little French town,
She's rocking baby in a white silk gown.

So much time later she's waving goodbye;
He's driving to college the first time,
It's been a short time since his daddy dies;
She promised that she wouldn't cry.
As the sun's setting on a little French town,
She's waving goodbye in a white silk gown.

A cold body lies upon her warm bed,
And someone comes to remove the dead,
He can't help but smile for the smile she wears;
A life lived untroubled by cares.
As the sun's setting on a little French town,
She's buried wearing her old white silk gown.

Roses are growing in front of a tomb,
Filling the air with their sweet perfume,
Growing on top of a sweet old lady,
Planted by her grown-up baby.
As the sun's setting on a little French town,
She's visited by grandkids in silk gowns.

For love that is real, in death and in life,
For love that lives on, even in strife,
For those who spend life making others smile,
Knowing they've only a little while.
As the sun's setting on your own little towns,
May you be remembered like the girl in the gown. 

 

2 comments:

  1. That was much better. :) It was sad, but not depressing. There is a huge difference! :)

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