I think you made the right choice.
Hmm,
She picked up the dress
White, small, adorned with pink roses.
And memories flooded her mind
Of another dress.
Pink
White bows, rhinestones
Sparkling in the light.
Music.
Clutching the small white dress,
Lost in a sea of thoughts.
Birthdays, parties, graduations, celebrations,
Life adorned with false finery.
She walks barefoot towards the bridge.
Falls, her knees-torn and bleeding.
A prayer escapes her lips.
As she builds the child’s tomb
In her mind.
Do you like this one better? Although there is no toilet paper in it, sigh.