a mother weeps in silence
in a churchful of smiles
her daughter at the altar
he mods, says, "I do"
head turns to the bride
whispers, "my life before me"
happy steps she makes
while he struts beside her
going through the rice shower
evening draws and getting dark
he looks at the wedding guests
"be patient," the bride whispers
hand cupping chin
he brings spoon to her lips
his baby, his bride
while the world spins
twirling and dissying
the dance continues in bed
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--andoy
7 November, 2005
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