Threadbare

“Your mother’s love, the silent devotion ,the never heard prayers, the unseen care.” ~~ Shobhna Kanwar~~ She stood in the foyer of the church, through the window to the aisle. Her threadbare clothes hung around her form in denial. She watched him take her arm, as they approached the groom. A hush was heard as the organ played in the room. How stunning the bridesmaids, four beautiful girls, The bride exquisite, her delicate lace gown studded with pearls. The crowd were obviously all well to do, Men in Versace suits, women clad in Channel and Dior too. She listened as they said their vows and swore to be true. She smiled as he proclaimed to his bride “I love you”. Marriage complete, they would all soon walk out to the street. It was time for the hagged woman to make a hasty retreat. He glanced at her but didn’t raise an eyebrow. She would never be recognized the way she looked now. It was so long since she had cried, she shed just one tear. Her dear daughter would never know that her mother was here.