Headstall's Reflections - 29. Chapter 29 Walking Down The Aisle

Headstall’s Reflections

Chapter 29 A Walk Down the Aisle

A gown all adorned in beaded white pearls

Radiant glow framed by cascading black curls

It’s just her and I outside these oak doors

Waiting to march up rose petal strewn floors

Too quick, it’s time, and familiar music plays

And so we begin this special day of days

A trembling hand rests lightly on my arm

My cosmopolitan beauty, nurtured on the farm

Doors magically open to show admiring faces

And just like that, we are off to the races

Nerves and bursting pride overtake my brain

Please God, don’t let me stumble on her train

With one last breath we begin our advance

In seconds I’ll hand her to the man in a trance

Everything he feels is written on his face

As he waits for his promised vision in lace

The walk looked so long but we’re already here

It’s time to let go of the daughter I hold dear

I join their hands just like I’m supposed to

And I remember to reply with my own ‘I do’

With that, I watch him lead her to the alter

Confident and strong and with nary a falter

Misgivings and worries, I have not a one

I head to my seat, my part has been done