<span;>The woman in the barbie pink pinnifore was there to help people rise.

<span;>I was there to pass on with good intent, my wedding dress.

<span;>But. THEY got rules. In <span;>the Catholic charity shop.<span;> She wasn’ allowed to accept a divorced lady’s wedding dress.

<span;>Cause THEY got rules.

<span;>I stare hard. Breathe heavily; then fake brightly manage “oh, guess its a pale prom dress after all”.

<span;>Her mask cracked, she checked around like she was committing a crime, but her hand grazed mine and she took that dress.

<span;>And I blink in gratitude, but mild disbelief.

<span;>Cause both ladies know that young couples need great dresses and my problems are not in that dress.

<span;>Pray for the dress. And for that Charity shop. Cause the RULE is wrong.