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The Bouquet

The bride created her bouquet With seeming just-picked flowers, The pretty kind that benefitted From a day of showers. Her perfect simple long white gown Fulfilled part of its mission – To highlight those sweet blossoms In accordance with tradition. But this bouquet was different Since a secret it concealed, A tribute to her dad to whom The thought would have appealed. For wrapped around the clutch of stems, Right where her hands would touch, Was a necktie of her father’s Whom she surely missed so much. She didn’t advertise the fact, A private gesture; still, Just as touching as I’ve ever seen And think I ever will.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 5/23/2018 8:15:00 AM
What a sweet poem with your wonderful rhythm and rhyme, Ilene. I enjoyed the read. John
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Date: 5/21/2018 12:14:00 PM
What a touching poem Ilene I have a huge lump in my throat reading of this wonderful gesture, she must have felt close to him even thought sadly he wasn't there to attend himself. I am sure many would have been moved to tears if it had been more evident at the wedding. :-) hugs Jan xx
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Ilene Bauer
Date: 5/21/2018 12:27:00 PM
Hey Jan! The bride didn't even tell her mom (my friend) about what she did until her mom noticed the bouquet on a table after the ceremony and asked about it. I think it was supposed to be a very private gesture (although I've just outed her here!)

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