There was almost
A standing room only
Crowd,
A far cry from
The intimate gathering
We had originally
Hoped for,
With nearly every member
Of our extended
Family
And two lifetimes
Worth of friends
Filling the church
To watch us marry,
Yet despite the crowd
And the near carnival
Atmosphere
There remained for us
Just you for me
And me for you
As I walked
Down the aisle
On my aged father’s arm.
Despite my age
I insisted
On wearing white
And I carried a bouquet
Of pastel roses,
While you were
Heartbreakingly handsome
In your dove grey finery
As befitted
The morning hour.
We had waited
A long, long time,
Refusing to settle
For just anyone,
Each knowing
In our heart of hearts
That the other
Was out there
Somewhere.
And now,
At last,
Before God
And all we hold
Most dear,
We exchange our vows
To love, honor,
And cherish
‘Til death do we part
But we know
It is just the beginning
Of forever
Together.
An ideal wedding with everything in its place. Featuring waiting until the "right one" comes along who will definitely stay with "until death do us part.."
At our wedding, she wore blue and we had that "intimate" ceremony in a side room of the church with only the elders and siblings of my family (none of the many cousins) while she brought her two teenage children and a few close friends. Our vows didn't contain those words.
We rushed to marry, because she needed to escape the loss of her husband (divorce), her mother, her father (to a veterans home-the incompetent MD many years before) and her son (off to college). My poems encouraged her. Three years later, homesick, she left me to return home, wishing, "that we had stayed lovers."
A young widow joins her aunt’s house-restoration project in the wilderness, determined to take a stand for independence, but two men have different plans for her—and so does God.
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Regis. 🙏🌼🍁
At our wedding, she wore blue and we had that "intimate" ceremony in a side room of the church with only the elders and siblings of my family (none of the many cousins) while she brought her two teenage children and a few close friends. Our vows didn't contain those words.
We rushed to marry, because she needed to escape the loss of her husband (divorce), her mother, her father (to a veterans home-the incompetent MD many years before) and her son (off to college). My poems encouraged her. Three years later, homesick, she left me to return home, wishing, "that we had stayed lovers."
Ron
Fee