Lizzy ...

I stretch-stepped down the runway

   Toward the end of that night

        While cleaners chased the dust up

           (Way too soon). And past the light

            At the end of my glass catwalk, saw

           Standing alone in that purple shade,

       Gazing, the straight-faced daughter

  Of a down-bent vacuum maid.

  Instead of turning back again,

       I reached around behind my dress

           And found a silk rose on the hem.

            I left the back a jagged mess

           Just so I could weave that flower,

         tickling soft, behind her ear.

   "Mine, your mother's, my seamstress'

Hearts all skip for you, my dear."