The Wedding
by Ute Carson
Muddy River Poetry Review, May 2022

They were decked out in finery to celebrate me.
My beloved grandmother wrapped in a velveteen shawl.
My devoted mother in a flowing evergreen gown.
My girlfriend, keeper of childhood secrets,
in a springtime frock.
And the flower girls in ruffled yellow tutus.
I stood in white,
not as a symbol of innocence,
but like a snowbell peeping up through the wintery crust,
gazing at a new season with wonder and apprehension.
They are all gone, my former loved ones,
and now I am among the guests
waiting to honor a new bride
with a shower of white-petal blessings.

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