ROSE PETALS
The ginger
haired bride looks
stately and
stunning
all dressed in
white lace
The crowd
stands
as she enters
the room
I feel the
music
and count my
steps
as the aroma
of roses and vanilla
fills the air
I softly drop
pink and white
rose petals
and wait
Vows are
spoken
in hushed
tones
I stand so
still
in my shiny
white shoes
trying not to
fidget
I look down at
my basket
and see more
petals
The music
begins again
a joyful tune
It’s my time
to shine
big brown eyes
effervescent
smile
In one
expressive moment
I toss hands
full of petals
high in the
air
The crowd of
onlookers
giggles softly
I walk proudly
to the door
turn and
curtsey
as the bride
winks, smiles
then kisses me
on the top of
my head
Poem by Judy
Wood Spring 2012
