Golden Tresses & Mourning Dresses

It has been a year and a day
Since you passed away
I no longer need to wear my crape
Which hid the tears that framed my face’s shape.

Though I forget you not
As I often visit my family plot
I spend as much time at your graveside
Cherishing the memories of us walking side-by-side.

I remember our special day
As if it were yesterday
Orange blossoms decorated my dress and my hair
And your golden tresses reflected the sun, so fair.