Description: I've scrapped this photo of Sarah before (in color). I really love it in the sepia tones - she looks like shes's stepping out of the past.... She's wearing a dress that my mother made for herself back in the 50's. The jacket was the one my mother wore for her wedding day in 1945. The hat and gloves were also my mama's. The dress fit like it was made for her. The poem is one I've had for a while - don't remember where I found it or who wrote it. I altered some of the wording to fit with my page.

Poem reads:
When she was only three or four she played at being grown
and oft her mother’s garments wore, as though they were her own.
She strutted in a trailing dress and wore a bonnet gay.
For that was Sarah’s happiness on many a rainy day.

She loved the game of dressing up and having friends for tea.
The way she held her little cup was proper as could be.
For capes and robes and pretty things she robbed both hook and shelf,
took broaches, bracelets, pins and rings and hung them on herself.

I’ve chuckled many a rainy day to see her thus attired
and have her curtsy low and say: “Your company is desired.
A few friends I have asked for tea. I’ve known them all my life;
and very happy I should be if you should bring your wife.”

Now to those grand and lofty airs has Sarah fully grown,
and now her grandma’s trinkets wears as though they were her own.
But what is more than silk and lace and jeweled neck and arms,
she also wears with youthful grace her grandma’s many charms.