Garage for years.
She knew what was inside.
It was outdated, no reason to
Hang onto it.
But she did.
Until today.
She brought the box inside,
Removed the brown paper,
And stared at the
Wedding gown.
The satin fabric was so weighty,
She wondered how her
Tiny frame had supported it
Decades ago.
She beamed in it then.
But with her husband gone,
The memories were just hers now,
And she was surprised at
Their intensity.
She relived each moment of that
Magical day.
The tears fell.
They kept her company as she
Contemplated the fate of
Her bridal wear.
She had no daughter or
Grandchild.
Even the thrift store wouldn't
Want the distressed dress.
And so the weeping widow
Disposed of it in the best,
Worst way.
She placed it in the trash can.
She continued to cry for awhile
Before she picked up the phone.
I listened.
"Yes," I sadly agreed.
"You did the right, hard thing."
Why take up space in the
Garage?
Why delay?
Why not fold up the heart heavy old
Gown, and finally throw it
Away?