Our Daughter’s Wedding
A piece of me, us,
married last Saturday.
Like the Pillsbury Dough Boy,
I am puffed up and smiling.
Hundreds of photos
tumbled across my screen.
My weary heart and soul churned
“How lavish, and self-centered!”
Stress sapped and slapped me:
illness, new job, grandson.
I wandered among the throng,
smiling but not connecting.
I tripped on long gown.
Gave little, planned nothing,
Barely washed our hair and clothes.
We’d done our part to be there.
Frustrated waiting,
Why feathers, banners, weeds?
Pride and peace enfolded me
Creative decorations
Priscilla Bence
Martinez, GASalvation Army
