Flower Girl

Hanging in my wardrobe, only once ever worn,
bland and boring between my bright dresses
but to me grander than any other.
With five layers of pearly white,
bound by a bright pink ribbon around the waist,
remnant of my experience as a flower girl.

Faintly I recall walking down the aisle,
the crowd awwwws at the carefree four year old
tossing flowers at random.

My childhood sewn into clothing.