THE FASHION SHOW
To conclude our show we leave you with a dream
For every woman, place and time
To run away if only in the mind
To seek the moment when their lives
Were different from clichéd here and now
Remembering childhood’s fantasy and wonder
Looking forward to the woman you are now
One day a woman stood in that place
And the child became a stranger
Yet what woman loses visions of that dream
It waits recall to hold it’s elder sister close
To allow herself become that woman child.
Thomas Golding
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fashion-show/
