At Hennie and Rosie’s wedding,
floral girls danced
in silver sandals
and silver balls rolled across lawns as
neat as napes of
dapper beaux.
Streamers flew liked ribbons
of paint
from boys’ hands
into the sky.
And Hennie and Rosie
gazed into each other’s
eyes;
smiles as wide as their hopes
and dreams.
At Hennie and Rosie’s wedding
tears brimmed from eyes overflowing
with memories,
and children caught glimpses
of futures
as clear and bright as ormolu
dangling
from ladies’ ears.
Men gazed in wonder
at the next generation;
wondering where life
had gone
and what was to come.
And Hennie and Rosie
danced;
their touch as firm
and light as a kiss –
and their smiles as wide
as the mountains.
– Shelagh Foster
2.1.11