The Bride
The Bride
This was it
The day she waited her whole life for
Her heart was all a flutter
Her mouth was dry as a bone
She looked down and the sea of white
Smoothing her hands over
Beads and sequins, tulle and lace
The doors were closed in front of her
Her father stood behind her
This was it
Behind those doors lay the future
Behind her lay her childhood
She was a woman now
And she would soon be a wife
Someone’s wife, what a wondrous thought
And a scary one
Can she do this?
Can she make him happy?
This is it
There was no turning back now
She looked to her father
His kind eyes reassuring
The ushers opened the doors
This is it
The gleaming lights lighting the room
She did not notice them
The sea of people to her left and to her right
She did not see them
The music playing the song her mother had walked to
She didn’t even hear it
All she saw was him
There he stood alone in the room
There was no one else but him
He was dressed in the finest
His hair trimmed to perfection
And all he saw was her
Her dress flowing effortlessly
Her hair gleaming red in the church lights
This was it
Here comes his bride, soon his wife
They stood hand in hand
For what seemed like a blink of an eye
Then the minister said
“I now pronounce you man and wife”
This was it
Happily ever after starts today
She was no longer the bride
She was now his wife
Now they will embark on a new life
This is it
