The lace dress lay so softly on the bed.
My friend has gone away and left it there.
That she should leave it lying there outspread,
was no surprise for it had seen much wear.
It fit her well and served her faithfully,
In happy days and seasons filled with care.
Her child and then her grandchild at her knee,
clung to it’s folds and found a comfort there.
My friend’s lace dress lay softly on the bed.
A favored gift which she at last outgrew,
and cast aside, so that she might instead,
refresh herself and put on something new.
In loving memory of Juliana (Schatzi) Olkowski , December 12, 1912 – June 30, 1994