A wedding farce, that’s what it was.
She sat there with a smile plastered
as her uncle told his tired jokes before
toasting to her happiness. After fumbling
with the microphone, and saying “Testing, Testing”,
her father recited the lyric for “A Song for My Daughter”
which made her cry. She cringed as her mother told every
body about the very embarrassing scrapes she got into
when she was a child.
Her sister got up there and remarked,
“Brian, I don’t know how you got my
sister to marry you. She always said that
she would never get married. She told me
once that….The bride’s mother signaled to
the DJ and her sister’s voice was drowned
out. Thanks, Mom.
Brian held out his hand and they went
on to the dance floor for their first dance.
Aside from the shameless way her friends
were prowling after the eligible men,
her aunt’s incessant chatter and the no
so subtle looks the bartender gave her,
it was a pleasant evening. She leaned
her head on Brian’s shoulder and smiled.
Tonight was the first night of many nights
together.
Notes to Women 