Flower Girl
By Lara H
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.
