When I saw this story, 'The Dress', it truly touched my heart and I knew
that it would touch all who read it. I also realized that I wanted it in
my stories section and so I started looking for a great picture which
would display the theme of the story but I couldn't find what I was
looking for. So I came up with the idea of drawing the picture which would
coincide with the story. I must warn you that I am not an artist but I do
enjoy dabbling with soft pastels. I hope that you enjoy my feeble attempts
in designing this page to enhance this delightful story.
"Do you like my dress?" she asked a passing
"My mommy made it just for me, she said with a tear in her eye.
"Well, I think it's very pretty, so tell me little one, why are you
With a quiver in her voice the little girl answered.
"After Mommy made me this dress, she had to go away."
"Well, now," said the lady. "with a little girl like you waiting for her,
I'm sure she'll be right back."
"No ma'am, you don't understand," said the child through her tears.
"My mommy has gone up to heaven to be with Grandfather.
Finally the woman realized what the child meant, and why she was crying.
Kneeling down she gently cradled the child in her arms and together they
cried for the mommy that was gone.
Then suddenly the little girl did something that the woman thought was a
bit strange. She stopped crying, stepped back from the woman and began to
She sang so softly that it was almost a whisper. It was the sweetest sound
the woman had ever heard, almost like the song of a very small bird.
After the child stopped singing she explained to the lady,
"My mommy used to sing that song to me before she went away, and she made
me promise to sing it whenever I started crying and it would make me
"See," she exclaimed," it did, and now my eyes are dry!"
As the woman turned to go, the little girl grabbed her sleeve,
"Lady, can you stay just a minute? I want to show you something."
"Of course," she answered," what do you want me to see?"
Pointing to a spot on her dress, she said,
"Right here is where my Mommy kissed my dress, and here."
pointing to another spot, "and here is another kiss, and here, and here,"
"Mommy said that she put all those kisses on my dress so I would have her
kisses for every boo-boo
Then the lady realized that she wasn't just looking at a dress, no, she
was looking at a Mother... Who knew that she was going away and would not
be there to kiss away the hurts that she knew her daughter would get.
So she took all the love she had for her beautiful little girl and put
into that dress, that her child now so proudly wore.
She no longer saw a little girl in a simple dress. She saw a child
in her Mother's love.