Thursday, March 5, 2009

My favorite memory


She appeared at the far end
of the chapel in the woods
looking for all intents and purposes
like an angel.

Dressed in flowing white
and holding the hand
of her grandfather,
who had his best suit on.

This was the time
the only moment of life
when everyone would see me crying
but I didn't care.

As soon as they saw me
they all turned to look
and then the music started.

She was so beautiful
I couldn't hold back
the tears.

And now
fifteen years later
I'm so grateful
that I got to be there
for my own wedding.