wedding day

HER WEDDING DAY.

Under the railway bridge
in Rockingham Street
where the steam trains
go by overhead

 

quite frequently
going to somewhere else
by Baldy's
the grocer's store

 

where you get merchandise
quite often
for your mother
you sat with Janice

 

waiting to have
your hair cut
(your mother sent her
with you

 

to make sure
it was done right)
she had her
red beret on

 

the fair hair
flowing from beneath
her bright eyes
and straight white teeth

 

when we marry
she said
(why do girls do that
to a kid of 8?

 

at 9 maybe
that's fine
why spoil his day
with wedding days

 

and such?)
shall I wear
cream or a white dress?
(cream would be better

 

than white
make her look
less pale
more quaint

 

make her look
less likely to faint)
cream'd be good
you said

 

and what about my bouquet?
what flowers
should I have?
(God knows

 

you mused
I know nothing
of such things
whatever

 

the flower guy brings)
I don't know
flower names
you choose

 

you said
she smiled
and nodded her head
who will be

 

your best man?
she asked
Carmody or Jupp?
you said

 

she didn't
look impressed
or Jim?
you added

 

he'll do
she said
(why ask you?)
you liked the way

 

her eyes went wide
at the mention
of Jim
(did she fancy him?)

 

and the way she leaned
her head to one side
when you said
cream to the colour of dress

 

(to you
it was a thing
to keep from life
and head

 

it would seem
but to her
it was a dream)
but who

 

will give me away?
she said
my Daddy's dead
and mother too

 

would my old man do?
you said
but she shook her head
(wise kid you thought)

 

Gran may
if she's not too old
she added
looking straight ahead

 

or too ill or dead
my brother could
if he's old enough then
(many years hence

 

you hoped)
a boy amongst men
you said
she just smiled

 

and gave nod of head
and how many kids
shall we have?
she asked

 

(why ask me
you thought
how many there'd be?)
two or three?

 

you said
or more
she suggested
gazing at the barber

 

who was finishing off
a middle-aged man
with a comb and mirror
wearing a smile

 

who's next?
he asked
taking off the cape
from the man

 

he is
Janice said
pointing to you
and a short back

 

and sides
his mother said
Janice added
the barber nodded you

 

to the chair
and you sat there
gazing at Janice
in the mirror

 

imagining her
as a bride in white
or cream
on some one's arm

 

coming down the aisle
with her smile
but not tomorrow
or next year

 

or after that
but off
some where
in quite awhile.

 

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Who is she

The glare blinds her,
Shining off the mirror,
As she peers in,
Watching the figure,
A person she doesn't know,
A girl who can't,
Cant be skinny enough,
Can't be smart enough,
A person who doesn't fit their expectations,
Their rules,
Must be fast,
She's slow,
Must be funny,
Can't take a joke,
Must be "popular"
Would rather be alone,
Who is that person?
She is the shadow on a sunny day,
The wind brushing past you,
A ghost who hides,
The many whispers,
That pierce the heart,
The tears hidden by rain,
But she sees a smiling girl,
In front of her,
A confident girl,
Someone who looks beautiful,
In a dress that is complementing,
Her eyes sparkle,
And behind her the door that will lead her to the love of her life,
She takes her flowers faces the door,
And whispers,
That girl is me.  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was bored and thought about the future and what thoughts I may have.

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