The dress we saw hanging,

shining, sparkling, fringe dangling.

It reeled us in;  your money leaving.

You wore it for a time, it's majestic lines falling,

you danced, sang always enjoying.

Time passed, the dress dulling,

the once lovely fringe fraying.

You cast the dress flinging,

I caught the beauty flying.

I spent much time cleaning, repairing.

Our sisterhood exchange, yearning.

Our paths criss-crossing,

years passing, our friendship lamenting.

The dress hanging, now forgetting

friendships softening and changing, dress including,

dusty, musty worn to thread-baring.

Patching now and piecing,

our new friendship teetering,

slowly toddling.

With a stronger fabric sewing,

no longer shining and sparkling.

Serviceable and aging,

patient now and understanding.

Listening for that familiar sounding.

Let's try this thing of friending;

again, remembering the dress we are sharing.