Scent of roses and flower stems
The baby's breath so fair
Accent the aisles of the church
In which we will take our vows
Bride in gown so fair
A prettier bride was never seen
A maid with golden hair
We stand before them all
Partner with partner, eyes to eyes
Hands clasped together
So often as before
They slip a golden ring
Upon my slender finger
And thou art already wearing thine
One final kiss before we are one
And depart a happy married couple
Rose petals thrown into the air
Paper confetti too
My dancing eyes meet yours
We smile as though nothing
Will ever harm us
Just a few months later
And we are gathered again
To celebrate the birth of
My darling girl--my daughter
Whoever knew that years later
She would turn out a poetess?

*~Marian~

I'm not
used
to being
worried,

let alone
worried
          *sick.