The Bride's Bouquet
Proudly, she carried white carnations and delicate pink roses,
their sweet aroma emanated from her romantic bridal bouquet.
Entwined in the blooms were crystals that would sparkle in poses
of photographs soon to be taken on this, her wedding day.
They'd met when teens, and he was smitten upon first glance
by the twinkle in her eyes and the smile she sent his way.
He gave her white carnations at their first high school dance,
pink roses he presented when she starred in the Senior play.
The crystals were a necklace, worn by her mother, as a bride
It was a way of honoring her loving memory on this occasion
A gift that morning from her father, brought tears in a flood tide
He thought she'd want to carry them; she needed no persuasion
The aisle was lined with petals; pink roses and white carnations,
swept along as she walked, by the train of her alencon lace gown.
They stood, exchanging wedding bands and love's declarations.
On her head she wore carnations and roses, fashioned in a crown.
@10~4~2017@
Roses and Carnations
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
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