The Flower Girl

Unknown days before the wedding
Aunt Ann permed her hair, with
“Just a little extra tug” to ensure each curl,
But a tough ouch for such a small girl.

A fragment of an aisle memory
(One meticulous petal at a time),
Oblivious of the romance train behind,
A tough solo procession for such a small girl.

The wedding portrait’s joy, its sunshine,
Eclipses the shadow on her long (ago) face.
Now, seventy years later to the day
She beams, blessed by their bespoke love.

Could any other aunt and godfather
Have treasured her thus,
Made of their small niece a darling, a sweetheart?
She thanks you both with joy today. Happy Anniversary!

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