Foothills Times January 2014 | Page 63

by Jean Martin When I was a child I grew up in a close knit family. Everything was cherished, and mom use to say to me: “These things will all be yours one day to hold and cherish, too, And grandmother saved her wedding dress especially for you.” CATERING Well, I was young and didn’t care about that wedding dress, I wanted something new for me, and as you well can guess, I didn’t appreciate the work that went into that gown, With all the beadwork and French lace, once it was the best in town. I grew up and got a job, and met a man, and fell in love, Our wedding plans were made and we just fit like hand and glove, One day I went to the attic and found, Behind the door well protected, was grandmother’s wedding gown. I looked at it more closely now for I matured, finally, The beads and lace had come to grace a gown I now could see, I tried it on and couldn’t believe it fit perfectly, Perhaps grandmother knew and that’s why she left it just for me. I fixed my hair the way she did on the day that she was wed, I saw her looking back at me in the mirror near the bed. As I walked up the aisle to meet my husband yet to be, I saw my mother beam with pride, and every eye was on me. 336.593.2900 www.ncartistway.com It’s put away for that one day when my girls will be impressed, When they learn that they too will wear, Grandmother’s wedding dress. 508 Main Stree Ѐ