A Yellow Dress

[Dr. Hill]

Wrote this as an original poem for AP Lit.

A Yellow Dress
Jeremy Davidheiser

She dances round the room
with garters in her hand
and flowers in her hair.
She dances round the room
all the folks that come and go
must stop and stare.

I watch her from beside
and nod my head when she
spins and glances here.
I watch her from beside
and wring my hands
'will she take them?' I fear.

She's dancing all alone
and I can't begin to
wonder why.
She's dancing all alone
though as beautiful as a
soft yellow sky.

A call for help, perhaps,
that she sends out with her
unending grace and love.
A call for help, perhaps,
she feels hitherto
neglected from above.

A yellow dress, she wears,
and spins so gracefully
though a stare upon her face.
A yellow dress, she wears,
and once a while dances
at a different pace.

But grasp her hand I cannot,
as it passes by me,
with her pirouette.
But grasp her hand I cannot,
I will, I will,
I'll join her yet.