She was a Bride by Raymond A. Foss
A tiny bride, with a veil that was her mother’s when we wed White dress, white tights, black school shoes, her bouquet left in the car her mind on the treats this Halloween Night Her first time walking to darkened houses, bright lit ghouls ghosts, jack-o-lanterns Trick or Treat! she cried and got treats each time Her bag grew heavy, heavier than her sisters’ the princess and ballerina. Walking carefully on sidewalks, front steps, push the bell, wait patiently for the answer of the denizens inside say her thank you’s move on down the street to the next adventure on the night of treats
October 31, 2006 21:59
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