Wedding Day

My in-laws came like they were forced; My grandma broke her wrist. My pink bouquet my mother sourced, Objections (mine) dismissed. My husband’s suit was corduroy And he refused a tie But just his presence brought me joy; On that I could rely. The rabbi said the blessings then The in-laws promptly left, But happy feelings rose again And no one felt bereft. The turkey meal was next unveiled. (It was Thanksgiving Day.) Now 42 more ships have sailed; We’re older now, and gray. Yet looking back, I marvel at The sureness in our vow, A wedding promise made and that We both still honor now.