The Wedding Gown

In her closet dark and deep
the white dress hangs in timeless sleep.
Faded now to a yellowed cream.
like the naive young bride's romantic dream.

Not guarded by a covered case
But breathing daily the life it's faced.
it wears its marks like battle scars.
like all her old dreams in silent jars.

Just like our marriage
and the children it bore
well used
well seasoned
well cherished
yet never torn.

For you baby
only you
Jude