Here she stands in her velvet black dress,

will that do for my husband’s funeral,
she thinks.
he loves that dress so much,
I wore it so often
people thought we couldnt afford another one
or that he was too tight to spend money on me.

But he loved that dress so much,
so much memories.
This where we stood for our wedding picture,
stiff, worried, and frightened,
My mum had given me a leaflet to read
and my married friends had explained
but i knew already but was good at pretenting.

This dress i will wear it one more time for him
or should i bury it with him.
so he can remember me at times
and the waltzes we dance me wearing that dress,
Will that do for my husband’s funeral,
he’d approve and then would want to be burried with it.